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Dutty Clap (S.A.S)

May been shifty, since a likkle pickney While idiot boy dem on the strip try and stick me He from Harlem, down to Brixton, you know We cop whips with kicks and pinstripe uno Who wanna test, Mr. Don Dada Who rock Prada, so go suck ya mumma See, blow the track out, Jim's in the house now Man done shook out, gull the skin out ya What you check boy you running yuh lip You get smoked like I'm bunning a spliff You sonofabitch This is blitz town, and if some boy a come When we spit rounds on your town, then you run silly Bluck papa, done doggin' top shotta In love with fame and the stardom Oh, now what's the remedy on all ties Spit 16 bars, the streets want more fire, see You with me, then clap (clap) Keep moving yor back (back) You do it like that (that) Stay in tune with the track We flippin' them baggies My niggaz is aggie From Brixton to Hagney East Finchley Apache Spit in Juan, when you see that link is on Got the linkest charm, by the time you blink it's gone Ayo, I run for it, yuh done know my gun blow Buck and aim, if you F'in' around like Sonny Dames of Sneezies man, believe me man I'm off the heezy and got the greasy plan Your crew sweet like a he-she man That's why the youths in the street call you Chi-Chi man I get respect in the streets, smoke and sex in the jeep Sittin' back, sip the yac', you be stressin' the freaks Spittin' raps, not a skit on my meat Cuz I'm thick from the, fitted cap to the crest in my feet I ain't conceited, believe it, I'm just fillin' I'm jade The pull Benz, got the gat and I'm feelin' the kid Yo, I'm good to go, and it's evident fam I leave a nigga pon de river like Elephant Man You with me, then clap (clap) Keep moving yor back (back) You do it like that (that) Stay in tune with the track We flippin' them baggies My niggaz is aggie From Brixton to Hagney East Finchley Apache Jim Jones a gangsta, stay blown and ganked up I'm rollin' that stank stuff, the chrome on my tank truck What, interior suede roof Fly 'til I die, like izzo in suede boots Yeah, let's talk about ice, the chain on my neck Looks like New York in it's lights, cocaine on my jets I'm a New Yorker for life, new Porsche in white Who thought of this life, two wrongs make it right I'ma get lost in the light, I speed in my cars Outlaw all my life, police on my car Cuz I don't pause for the light, I don't show no respect Dipset out in Euro, S.A.S., we connect You with me, then clap (clap) Keep moving yor back (back) You do it like that (that) Stay in tune with the track We flippin' them baggies My niggaz is aggie From Brixton to Hagney East Finchley Apache