paroles de chanson On Deck (Remix) [feat. Rv, Kush, Double Lz, Bandokay, Lowkey OFB & Dezzie] - Dezzie , Abra Cadabra , Rv , Lowkey OFB , Bandokay , Double Lz , Kush

Ayy, spin this coupe (skrrt, skrrt)

Yo, I don't know nothin' 'bout dark side (nothing)
Everyting lit 'round our side (lit)
Before gang got our spot in the charts
I had dark and light, got split like Apartheid (no cap)
Man know what I did in my past life (they know)
I wan' do up the twos, got too much to lose
I'm pissed that I can't glide (pissed)
Nothin' but love for my Farm guys (OFB)
Dingers and heat
Anything the drillers dem need, man fund it (true)
Ain't done shit in the field
Just wanna talk online like a pundit
You got chased, friends got chinged
All 'cause the gang got bored and hunted (haha)
Shh got shot in his face, I was on the wing
Put him in a raw and bunned him

Have you really got guns? I dunno
Where they at? I dunno
I just spun 'round twice with bro
Got a laser beam, tryna take his soul
I got 'nuff love for my juggers cah they're active
Circle around tryna put him in a fat spliff
O way or no way, it's all tactics
Internet youts all hype but they catfish (gang, gang)
Bro spin that coupe, who's that?
Bro spin that, he's movin' like Christopher Walkin' (movin')
I just tell a young boy "Step back"
Take deep breaths akh cah there ain't no talkin'
Gang jiggy jiggy on deck
When I step with the gang
Ain't none of my goons scared to rise and tan
Jiggy jiggy on deck when I'm doin' up trap
Still jump out gang on two two man

Ayy, spin this coupe (skrrt, skrrt)
I just seen somethin' (rrr)
It wouldn't be nothin' (it wouldn't be nothin')
Grr, I wan' squeeze somethin (baow)
Bad man don't squeeze for nothin' (nah)
Bad man don't brandish machine for fun
Man beat big 'matic and make people run (gang, gang)
You ain't never bust corn, you're a liar (liar)
None of them pussies are riders (none of them)
All of them tired, sleeping (sleeping)
When we pull up in the evenin' (ahh)
Creepin' (grr, baow, baow)
Families grievin'

Big 15, man walk with it
Any opps boys gettin' targeted
My Bruce too loose and he ain't got screws
Creepin' on volks with the smoke
Hope your bro don't call at him
Snitches and bitches
Broadwater Farm, OFB, we don't harbour it
Tryna catch me an AM with this 410 (baow, baow)
Who's in our car? No BT and Rendo
Alakazam when the caliber bangs
Chillin' on the L's like death row (dead, dead)
Pull up on dem and let go
Five seconds gone, you can still hear the echo (blaow)
We get though, from the get go (yo)
Two fat teeth in the smoke like Ghetto (Bando)

Pretty machine, haffi beat it
Even if it's ugly, badman just squeeze it (baow)
Clean it
G lock's loud but the dot-dot's screamin' (screamin')
Him, Junebug, Izzpot tag-teamin' (splash spot)
Donny got smoked, still breathin'
Caught him offline tryna get out his feelings, ayy
And if it weren't done by Young Farm
Probably Chat Nets, cuzzy or Bumper, yo
Best run when you hear these gunshots
Spin this coupe and I bet all the fun stops (spin it, spin it)
When a gun cocks
Jiggy jiggy on deck, jiggy jiggy on deck
Yeah, it's dumb opps (baow, baow)
She wan' come to the T, she don't go to the L
She wan' come to the O where the guns pop

I got my browning in South
But she give me stress so I might fly West
She my West ting, nah, she don't give me stress
She can make me feel nice, jiggy jiggy on deck
I got bare gyal 'round, jiggy jiggy on deck
In East London, jiggy jiggy on deck
But I don't ever slip, got my blicky on kweff

Ayy, spin this coupe (skrrt, skrrt)
I just seen somethin' (rrr)
Shoulda never been in vids and I wouldn't seen you
It wouldn't be nothin' (it wouldn't be nothin')
Grr, I wan' squeeze somethin (baow)
Bad man don't squeeze for nothin' (nah)
Man beat big 'matic and make people run (gang, gang)
You ain't never bust corn, you're a liar (liar)
None of them pussies are riders (none of them)
All of them tired, sleeping (sleeping)
When we pull up in the evenin' (ahh)
Creepin' (grr, baow, baow)
Families grievin'

Every gyal wan' mad up fuh mi
Big bruck back, man bruck off fuh he (bang, bang)
Mi juggy dem sick, mi rambo pon hip
They ready fi rip, through your best drip
Jiggy jiggy 'pon deck
No seh they hol' two flicky pon dem
Anywhere mi there, big ziggy 'pon deck
We nuh mek talk, we nuh mek talk
Rewind the bloodclart
Push button start, press on the gas fast
Bill up a spliff and take a two blast
Them man inna my lane, they better move fast
Ah, who a dem, who a dem?
Reaper, dead dead, we load di yeng yeng
Try tek man fi fool, I must've fool dem
Man rinse off the clip until the clip end

Yo, if she come ugly like Betty
I can't bring her 'round, don't care how petty
Saw the fed on my block with netty
Crash straight back or swing this machete (ayy, wet him up)
Last glide bro turned him spaghetti
Balaclava, but it came back sweaty (you know, you know)
Farm Life, I've always been ready
Get yourself touched, keep your elbows steady (ayy)
Spilt 'nuff juice like Marinda (you know, you know)
I've got faith in my lead, trigger finger
Bun man's throat like he just ate ginger (whoosh)
Jiggy jiggy on deck, gyal give neck
OFB surely got a TEC (woi oi)
You know man haffi mek
Shit den, fek
Baby, let's run up a check (you know, you know)

Ayy, spin this coupe (skrrt, skrrt)
I just seen somethin' (rrr)
Shoulda never been in vids and I wouldn't seen you
It wouldn't be nothin' (it wouldn't be nothin')
Grr, I wan' squeeze somethin (baow)'
Bad man don't squeeze for nothin' (nah)
Bad man don't brandish machine for fun