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ramson badbonez - july: foul moods lyrics

[verse 1]
keep-keep keep your beady eyes peeled for police and roll that weed up
so we can huff and puff minus the twigs and seeds, bruv
outside my boys mums’ yard we grab some chairs and put our feet up
as his mother was leaving she’d need some keys cut
little brothers and sisters watching me counting money
they even steal from each other so there’s no doubt they’re hungry
i can see the red in my eyes
with a hi-fi stereo b-mping biggie’s ready to die, turn it up now, nuff laa…

flavoured blunts get bunned down
a lot of skunk and got the munchies, bopping to the drum sounds
serving in that tainted hallway, all day
signing walls with wet paint, signs that say “no ball games”
holey trackies nappy like my half platted afro
as i plot the cash flow and watch my stash grow
you know it’s oscar the slouch, stuff a sock up in your mouth
he’s the popular grouch, bad attitudes and foul moods

[hook]
[scratched: you think to know who you’re f-cking with now..]
i hear them say i’m plain rude… [scratched: it’s the streets in me]
i’ve never claimed it ain’t true… [scratched: leave me the f-ck alone]
the very crude and unkind… [scratched: i’m immune to this sh-t]
looking up at the sky, use the fun times to unwind

[verse 2]
in july sunshine banging rampage scouts on a
oscar the slouch got ya
the talk of the town
shotting tickets until 3am
sleeping all day sometimes then wake up on the same flex
no need to take a rain check
lure skets onto the cold steps, there’s no bed, oh yes
if it’s sure s-x, than p-ss the durex, pure head from smurfettes
check the different aspects of living rigid
knife to your d-ck and snatch your -ssets
mopeds, quad bikes, blue lights, dog fights
nice weather, ice lollies, water melons
filled with ray and nephews
skip all the questioning i’m just plain forgetful
disrespectful, drain the rum and straight correct you
the summer heats bunning the bottom of my feet
all i need is some peace and i’m f-cking complete
throw a pint of p-ss up in that b-tches face
for discriminating my origin or race
now go clean yourself up slut

[hook]
[scratched: leave me the f-ck alone]
f-ck it, skin them l’s up, bruv [scratched: we all blaze…]
just crumble up a bag of black skunk and bill it backwards

[outro]
typhoons, 125 galleras, flaming dnas and scramblers
jacking cbrs, ninjas and r1s
no cover, bolt cutters, fat hammers, angle grinders
blood rush, your heart shudders, when you see that flash behind you
peddlers and pushers, young men dead from juking
secondary school hookers wearing b–b tubes and pedal pushers
apparently my attitude is mad foul
waving a finger listening to murda muzik and blackout!
hot cars, squat yards, shot gl-sses, dirty needles
all nighter, the whole week, then release my bubble [??]
you know me oscar the slouch, without a shadow of a doubt
the most popular grouch, bad attitude and foul moods

- ramson badbonez lyrics

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