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Ice Rink

I gota rude attitude
Far from a role model
Im so fulla trouble and
I couldent give a rasclar not a bit
Couldent give a rats arse if its shit and
I still behave raw no love for the law
Feds bother me more and
I don’t care were you live
Or hu u wiv ull get buried in the grass
I say wat I say wiv fast
Say it wiv stylie
say it wiv class
Goin on dirty I sed it in the past
Don’t like me I say kiss my arse
Kiss from left to the right
Kiss till my fat bum cheeks turn
Kiss my arse through the night
Don’t stop till you see daylight

tip-toes
Life aint always nice
That's how shit goes
You know we're goin on black
Cause we're blickrows
And I cant be seen wit these sick hoes
Wat did I say last nite I bet your chick knows
You were not knockin the boots how we hit toes
Your girl's the same as all
Bimbo's, freak's and nimpho's
I got an idea, make dough on the spot
I mean right here
Now give girls the paper for the whole year
bring drama cause I don't know fear
and my head feels so clear
Move to the mic Mc's are like oh dear
Some try catchin me but they're not nere
Not ever, not now, or not here way too hot here yo

Didn’t wana care
Left that boy in a gutta somewhere
Wana Talk live o wana talk bre
Make you wish you were born elsewhere
I gota wash that girl out ma hair
She’s old news everyone’s been there
No were not equal no were not fair
That girl’s nefin she gets air

That mc is down
Tell him I sed it
And I sed it real loud
Goin on roudy
Goin on roud
That boy tried it
That boy faild
Sorry, pardon, wot
coulda got boared up coulda got shot
Gun man get gun down on the spot
Huz hot huz a bad boy huz not

Stop dat
Start dat
Get dat, wat
Been der done dat had dat wat
He's got a Nokia, take dat wat
big mouth, loud mouth watch dat
Pretty girl, buff girl Doggy dat
raskits on da format wat
Bad manners get a backslap wat
call da shots like top cat wat

guns in the air
feds on the case but we don’t care
rifle uzi everyfin there
I gota shotgun spare
Leave them where dreamaz lare
Eat mcz like a grizly bear
Shoplift daily we don’t care
If you wana test get hung by your hair ova there

Look inside out
Dizzee flow
How bout that
Six foot deep you could neva climb out
Knock a boy inside knock a boy out
Front back outside in
Bare foot kids sippin on ginseng
Love makin na doggy stylin
Dark park on a dark evening
Pump up tone up weights in the gym
Glass fulla alyza rite to the brim
Roll seep sole deep they can’t swim
Doin it for keisha
Doin it for kim
Wants arms ouse
He wants ti swing
Try ting geta punch in the chin
Beta start worryin
Geta hidin beatin turfin

Do the butterfly
shake your battl low
Shake your batty high
Don’t ask me hu were wen or why
Wana see your batty rise high to the sky line
Do the butterfly
shake your battl low
Shake your batty high
Don’t ask me hu were wen or why
Wana see your batty rise high to the sky


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