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porridge gang - neighbourhood warlords lyrics

[verse 1: fez]
the plug cut me off so i’m snorting straight napisan, sh-t’s the bomb like the taliban
feeling like the prisoner of azkaban, i’m on my jk rowlings sh-t riding in a stolen whip with all my bros in it
windows tinted, clip extended, big boy business, you finna witness all this grimace, it ain’t christmas but we getting everything off our wishlist
i got that k!ller instinct, maim your face gonna make you like a sphinx, shout outs to n-sync
gold links on my neck, fashion k!llas on deck, write the cheque, gonna drop some bands in quebec – strapped with tecs
shipping guns via fed-ex, all my boys ex-cons and fellons with brains as big as melons
so we innovate this sh-t, porridge gang let the throne when we’re done with it, ya dig?

[chorus: all]
ride with the posse
this life you dunno what it cost me
posted up in the club looking frosty
i’m a boss with lacoste on my body
we the neighbourhood warlords
you wanna play? catch my k or my broad sword
kickin’ back fat stacks in my floorboards, got a stick stay strapped with my .44

[verse 2: yung samel]
i’m sippin’ on a woodstock bourbon, all the cobbers dropping bombs and wearing a turban
they tell me go to school so i can do some learning, but f-ck that c-nt i’d rather watch the weed burning
catch me on the roadside gurning, paper cheese bread mullah that i be earning
other day i went to rob some c-nt for his shoes, me and the cobbers are gonna be amused
walking into myers i’m always refused entry…because i steal a lot of stuff
sitting on the couch stoned as f-ck watching wallace and gromit, and i walked up to the toilet ‘cuz i think i’m gonna vomit
kicking it in belfield popping bricks, i’ve been doing xanax since 2006
feeling like a junky i just need my fix, oi c-nt you owe me two sticks!

[verse 3: fez]
hittin’ all these keys my nose play the middle c
word, rhythm, groove i got all three abilities
we goin’ ape like gorillas g, young dean blunt with the versitility, yung fez got verility
i write sticky hooks and hang out with fickle crooks
give em one little look they’ll filet you
like a free range chook
porridge gang start a wildfire, doing illegal sh-t like it’s limewire
fat wallet so i can rock the nice attire, but y’all know that so i’m just preaching to the choir
you see me now, you’ll see me later – p-ss the mic to lil craig who’ll snap it up like a gator
porridge gang run the neighbourhood, keep an eye on the streets for the greater good x2

[verse 4: lil craig]
porridge gang waiting on the big brand endors-m-nts, as far as people go we’re very important
still yet to reach peak performance, and won’t stop ’till we’re sporting jordans or they’re painting our portraits
or on train for alleged extortion, for bribing law enforcement with a couple of porsches
forget elon, it won’t be long until we’re in orbit in a rocket we bought with
the enormous stacks of cash that are bound to befall us
got doubts? that’s some bull, you’re probably a taurus
the facts are sordid, you best be cautious, talk sh-t and we might just harvest your organs
beats crazy like looney tunes, about to be notorious from lailor to bonny doon
until then i guess we’ll just keep recording, anyways – here’s the chorus

[verse 5: wolfman]
first to the foes, be it known that i’m not pr-ne to leaving the throne
from the earth i was birthed and arose to dispose of my flows
shook one, shaken up from their head to their toes
heart frozen, but i still feel emotion, still got hate for the opps i’m opposing
the high stakes weighing on my mind state, but i’m living the life that i’ve chosen
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[verse 6: bugatti mick]
sold my cas calculator and bought a chain
bugatti mick diagnosed clinically insane
debut song but my bars already elite
money already long so i got raf on my feet
glenburvie king locked and ready to go
none of you goobers can top my crews flow
the game ain’t ready for rhymes so complex
soundcloud now but got the grammy’s next
now i’m just playing on the beat like an instrument
my success is more than just imminent
don’t even check my balance before touch on
so fancy i’m just like a f-cking maccaron
pull up in a coup
roll your whole team not just you
lil craig cooking up hits up just like stew
buy out the local 7/11 of winfield blues
reppin 5 designer brands just on my shoe
that’s not it
smoking beans while creating hits
and i chop it, smoke it, just like some mix
only sippin on furphys that’s six
your boys lame, oding on bricks
almost time to p-ss the mic, but despite that
i need to drop some truth just like some quick facts
porridge gang running it all, your boys better sprawl
we taking everything leaving nothing at all

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