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gr1zzy, stickz, pacman tv - hotspot 2 lyrics

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intro:
(vola)
(vola)

verse 1: stickz
who said i ain’t bad i’ll show it (bow) rock man’s boat and row it (yeah) and know i don’t need no shooter 3.4 for the smash i’ll blow it (dats stizz) see up my sides it’s snowing (it’s snowing) on the pills and coke they going ends got the gunja growing i’ll only show up when the crop needs mowing i’ll only show up when the crop needs chopping (yeah!) i’ll only call her when the boots need knocking (sarious) might take her shopping spend a little bag won’t do that often (muhh) bust dem manoeuvre the feds dem watching no officer that won’t me shotting (skrrt), often bare white tings man preeing the cotton

verse 2: gr1zzy
if the grass is greener on the other sidе i will mow it (word) two+six but i’m not rowing i went there oncе and i kept on going (grizzy one fiddy)
don’t wanna get splashed water’s flowing (splashed), when i heard about my man’s bm , the time i got awkward knowing the doctors called for the 44. blowing
put one hand on my broom so might just blow like canada goose (muad, muad, muad)
brixton bad remember the times when i pattern dem tools ready for war like vladimir puts (moove, moove) had to slap in dem boots shoot like pack and turn dem pack anytime it rise im planning on you

verse 3: stickz
gyal wanna piece of different vibes same mash but different vibes same grub but different lines we ain’t the same but different minds (sarious)
talk about gangsters you man are wan+sters and i cross a different client (mad) man walk with the slug cos i thought it was love would just showing man different signs
if i’m lying i’m flying (yeah) six with the nine and nine (scrrrooo) loose strings better do tyings stay in your yard streets are frying
chatting to bro like we gotta go and find them (muhh) i’m a demon i gotta remind them , man get the drop pull up behind them
man blow man off the islands

verse 4: gr1zzy
should’ve been a doctor (word)
but cop me a rusty mash them those spins like a old helicopter been around boxes should’ve been a boxer make them swim like shorta coulda been a oscar (splash)
been around around teas and i spill that juice (word) i guess that i coulda been a costa fill it with lead and copper (moove, moove)
still run from the cop car tell my yutes they can never be a copper (no, no, no, no)
flashbacks when i used to hide from the chopper i was in jail doing canteen and shopper now i’m in jail seeing diddy and drogba, used to eat tuna now i ate lobster



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