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pinky and al - power lyrics

right hang tight big dave
hang tight sax
yo smilo
hang tight everybody inside
and most of all hang tight the (*click-clack*)
routh
that’s r-o-u-t-h-y routhy
yo rou’
right

pinkz
come round like bricks i’m laying it down
logic i’m just playing around
not typical i’m away from the crowd
when i finish tunes i’m playing it loud
red lights now the levels are flying
the b-ss is deadly so people are dying
begging me to make it go silent
i crank up again whilst cracking a smile
and loop it again, packing the violence
everybody gets my tune like a virus
silence, just wait while i try this
my flow is amazing, some say it is stylish
i spit a hot flow, while yours is a mildish
your new track is sh-t, evidence – compile it
crime against grime, police report, file it
mic behind bars no regular style
so be quiet, shipwrecked like a pirate
pinkz mc is the boss, no sidekick
don’t like it, then shut your eyelids
better not listen to the beat when i ride it
pick off the mic, spit bars inside
i go hard when the grime hits 140 on the time
never whine when i play grime when i wind yes
got man that are spineless never did shine
ordering hits for the stabbing of guys
why?
thats not good news, you make enemies when you f-ck with dudes
choose: could be clever or rude
liar you’re a snitch i was chasing the food
selling weight daily, till you get screwed
feds on your tail what is your next move

al
if you wanna come then you’re gonna get lick
you will get banged something like d-ck dip
some men like like a play man are gonna get licked
‘cos i wear tracksuit when i do business
i’m a shape dragger so don’t take the mick
swear down nah you don’t wanna miss this
and i not talking about cars when i say you will get lashed on the mic with whip
make a man jump something like hopscotch
only one of us gonna come out on top
and we both know who it is
because if you wanna try then you will get burned like hot rock
can’t burn any beat you’re not hot
kick off your jaw side clean pop pop
and neither of us has a strap
so you better pipe down with the talk that i’m gonna get shot
like noo, you don’t wanna come too close
flows stick to ma tongue like cold
ooh so you say i got sick flows
woah tell me something that i don’t know
like bro, no we can never be bros
poh, only 17 years old, cold
something like a dead white snow
pro, and you know i’m fly like crow, like know
do it like a b-tch won’t groan, phone, grab that tell me the code, (ooooahh) so
now you’re going on like road, no, you’re a moist ting
like toad
no you can never get a reload, no, don’t smoke big fat cones
no, he ain’t gonna need no doctors note when i send this moist lad home

pinkz
right, and it’s pinky again!
writing bars with the same black pen again
a4 notepad, filled to the brim
i’m still not dim i’m the smartest
i’ve become an mc, and an artist
wobbling the tune making sounds outta darkness
roll up an l, wait while i spark this
slowly inhale, now i’m coughing
like black magic turning quarters to nothing
and i’m not stopping
i’m on the tune when it drops in
bars so hot make your mum drop her shopping
won’t see me cleaning and mopping
i’m in the studio with alastair, and i’m hopping on the radio like fearne cotton, like fearne cotton, on the radio just like fearne cotton

al
like come to the yard get knocked back
see em in the road, dip dip bang
if you wanna swing you will get slammed
all of your homeboys they’re like “daaaang”
“whoah he’s rough” all of the girls like “whoah he’s lush”
some little moist come wanna sell me point 8 for a gram
take all his stuff
won’t catch me in the north east cuffs
no i won’t tick you dirty stuff
might catch me on a street with a zete and i’m going in hard cos i’m all ziggzed up
if you wanna come get tiggi tiggi tough if you wanna come get ridda ridda rough
you will get banged with the back of my hand so don’t try flex you
pidda pidda poh

tiga tiga tuff
ridder ridda ruff

pidda pida poooh

oooh

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