merky ace - welcome to the spot lyrics
[chorus]
gotta see a man about a dog
please don’t ask me what’s my job
gotta check the door, make sure that it’s locked
close all the curtains and turn your phone off
what?
is he working for the cops?
please don’t ask me what’s my job
gotta check the door, make sure that it’s locked
close all the curtains and turn your phone off
welcome to the spot (trap house)
scales, stove, plates, razor, fork, spoon, pot
clingfilm, plastic bags, lottery tickets cah baggies are hot
barricade up that door and duh+duh+duh+duh it’s a special knock
get it right or get splashed on the doorstep
sh+t, thought hе was the opps
got 3 scales and i got my dargs tying up pebs whilе i envelope soft
dead end road, don’t take the wrong turn on the hill get more than lost
who’s fit for the job?
murder she wrote, agatha christie’s poirot, columbo, david jason’s touch of frost
[verse 1]
ah sh+t, here we go again
blue light on my scales light up
chop it and bag it, be careful fella
every crumb that you drop is a fiver
stain on my boxers from saliva and the bottom of my t+shirt from v+g+n+
like tony hawks and bam margera, yeah
i’m a f+cking grinder
ninja, fling metal all in your visor
and flip your girlfriend’s nissan micra
push weight in a tracksuit not lycra
grandad hat and a polo, blend in
got me looking like a minicab driver
brown girl, white girl in her punani
never too safe, just in case
riding shotgun with a screwface
don’t wanna talk, she’s p+ssed off
it’s my fault, should’ve made the pack more cylinder shaped
now i gotta put up with her attitude all cause the inside of her pum pum got scr+ped
buy mac d’s, everything’s okay
2 apple pies and a strawberry milkshake
after i hit the checkpoint safe and sound
until then everything else can wait
[chorus]
gotta see a man about a dog
please don’t ask me what’s my job
gotta check the door, make sure that it’s locked
close all the curtains and turn your phone off
what?
is he working for the cops?
please don’t ask me what’s my job
gotta check the door, make sure that it’s locked
close all the curtains and turn your phone off
welcome to the spot (trap house)
scales, stove, plates, razor, fork, spoon, pot
clingfilm, plastic bags, lottery tickets cah baggies are hot
barricade up that door and duh+duh+duh+duh it’s a special knock
get it right or get splashed on the doorstep
sh+t, thought he was the opps
got 3 scales and i got my dargs tying up pebs while i envelope soft
dead end road, don’t take the wrong turn on the hill get more than lost
who’s fit for the job?
murder she wrote, agatha christie’s poirot, columbo, david jason’s touch of frost
[verse 2]
only money when my mobile rings
just popping out, i’ll be back in a min
came as a slab, it was dressed in cling
ronseal, does what it says on tin
feds tryna guess what car i’m in
drove past twice, god bless these tints
hypocrite, shouldn’t even praise no lord
cause i’m out here on a devilish ting
impale and dismember human flesh with enormous bladed things
every month is december
got snow white, but i had 18 midgets
dark glasses in a pitch black alleyway
move like max’s shotters
when i’m looking like it’s chronicles of ridd+ck
didn’t pick numbers, my lottery tickets got loose white girl like sara jay’s in it
i don’t dance, i do the stainless steel bop
buss two shots for the hill top
trespass, you’ll be looking mac d’s monopoly
when your face front gets peeled off
book a flight? i just might and chill off
’til the heats gone like they cut your bill off
you wake up, no bathe and you’re still washed
how you get tumped up and ain’t done nothing or now?
baby bottom you’re real soft
beef, what, where? you ain’t ever disect no cow
you just drink milk and feel rough
break bones, calcium can not heal up
like that pouch but it looks too small
gotta consider my tools
demolition man like wesley snipes
i bruck down tings, i ain’t bob the builder
wash white when i cook it up like tilda
white girl locked in the cupboard, matilda
do it on cam with a ‘chete like shilpa
turn your white t confetti when you spill blood
i was a thief, i used to steal stuff
now i stuff live corns in real gun
how you try fe fi when you never fo fum?
[chorus]
gotta see a man about a dog
please don’t ask me what’s my job
gotta check the door, make sure that it’s locked
close all the curtains and turn your phone off
what?
is he working for the cops?
please don’t ask me what’s my job
gotta check the door, make sure that it’s locked
close all the curtains and turn your phone off
welcome to the spot (trap house)
scales, stove, plates, razor, fork, spoon, pot
clingfilm, plastic bags, lottery tickets cah baggies are hot
barricade up that door and duh+duh+duh+duh it’s a special knock
get it right or get splashed on the doorstep
sh+t, thought he was the opps
got 3 scales and i got my dargs tying up pebs while i envelope soft
dead end road, don’t take the wrong turn on the hill get more than lost
who’s fit for the job?
murder she wrote, agatha christie’s poirot, colombo, david jason’s touch of frost
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