Lyrics Doe’d Up - Bugzy Malone

Let me remind these fools that I′m doe'd up
The little muppets, I′m doe'd up
I was gonna stop acting bad but I'm doe′d up
I gotta thank God I′m glad that I'm doe′d up
The little donuts

They wanna be like me when they grow up
Everything built from the roads up
The way I bought the Huracan cash
The car salesmen was so shook
An' I′m Luciano now but back then I never had no luck
I'm meant to be dead right now, but I rose up

I don′t need no label to pay my P
Your one million couldn't sign me
I wear B.Malone a lot these days
'Cause man got tired of Nike
I′m insulted by the proposal
It′s like they forget I'm the mogul
The trainers are in JD Australia
And that means we′re going global

I don't wanna be anti-social
But I′m gonna have to get vocal
I don't represent no post code
I′m king of the North, I'm noble
Watch when they see the new crib
And I'm keeping the old one
And an apartment in South
We come a long way from Bury New Road

Not drippin′ in gold like me
With a flow like mine
Signed so they don′t get doe like mine
Wrapped up bad but they want my time
To kill me, you'd have to blow my-

Flow like mine
Signed so they don′t get doe like mine
Wrapped up bad but they want my time
To kill me, you'd have to blow my mind

I′m doe'd up
The little muppets, I′m doe'd up
I was gonna stop acting bad but I'm doe′d up
I gotta thank God I′m glad that I'm doe′d up
The little donuts

I'm swear that I′m doe'd up
The little muppets, I′m doe'd up
I was gonna stop acting bad but I'm doe′d up
I gotta thank God I′m glad that I'm doe′d up
Fuck the little donuts

I nearly bought me an aeroplane
And I swear my accountant thought I was losing the plot
I made money 'cause I got tired of the block
So I don′t really wanna know who's getting shot
I don′t wanna know who's been nicked
When an encro could've been sending out pics
There′s no real jobs on the roads no more
That′s why I'm not in a dinger with a stick

Think I wasn′t out there putting in shifts
Think I didn't learn how to oil it, bury it, dig it up
And never tell anyone shit
All I ever wanted to see was a meek
Early 20′s when I was touching a meter
Back when the Benz was a little four litre
Now I'm in no less than a 700 brake horsepower
And the pockets are deeper

Still saving like I was a goal keeper
Expensive, I don′t wanna go cheaper
Done Rolex then I done AP
Now the skeletons on show like I was the reaper
I told AJewellers that it was a keeper
I'm the lyrical painter
And they built man a crown
To remind me not to look down, no major

They're not drippin′ in gold like me
With a flow like mine
Signed so they don′t get doe like mine
Wrapped up bad but they want my time
To kill me, you'd have to blow my-

Flow like mine
Signed so they don′t get doe like mine
Wrapped up bad but they want my time
To kill me you'd have to blow my mind

I′m doe'd up
The little muppets, I′m doe'd up
I was gonna stop acting bad but I'm doe′d up
I gotta thank God I′m glad that I'm doe′d up
The little donuts

I swear that I'm doe′d up
The little muppets, I'm doe′d up
I was gonna stop acting bad but I'm doe'd up
I gotta thank God I′m glad that I′m doe'd up
Fuck the little donuts

Man come to the Vatican
Pushed through the gates so I battered him
Should′ve had the wap on him
It wasn't me that had the brick my dawg
Don′t get mad 'cause you got wigged my dawg
Sit down, sit down everybody backed off
It′s like man think that I've never been robbed

Last man that tried had to run that back
Pulled up in a subs trying to hit knee caps
Are you mad, are you mad?
Do you think I would get one nights sleep
If I ever got had
And I don't like robbing, I′m a grafter
Run, run with the money and I′ll grab you
Dem man turn bad now than I'm famous
Like I didn′t make man jump out his own bedroom window

It wasn't in the paper when I got nicked on an attempted murder
What goes on in the hood just stays there
I′m in the limelight now, so I'm on my best behaviour
I was on my bike and I nearly died
But I′ve nearly died a couple times
Like when man let shots off out the X5
We still stayed out all night

Man come to the Vatican
Like I wouldn't clap back at them
It's gonna be sad for them
When I go platinum
I′ve got an album on my laptop
Let me empty the Mac on them