Текст песни CONTRABAND - LITTLE 4N

Po-p-p-postman pat, postman pat
Postman pat and his black and white cat
Early in the morning, just as day is dawning
He picks up all the post bags in his van
All the birds are singing, and the day is just beginning
Pat feels he's a really happy man

Day and night!
Yeah you know that i got that pack on me
Searchin for the pay i pay my dues like i'm in napoli
Conjugate your lies and spread the word i bet your pack agrees
In and out, sippin stout ain't no category

4N makin bags so paper comin out the factory
Yeah he throwin hands but it don't matter what the matter be
Creepin on your block, with a glock and a battery
If you want the smoke, show your face then come back to me

Everybody knows
His bright red van
All his friends will smile, as he waves to greet them
Maybe, you can never be sure there'll be a knock
(knock,knock)
Ring
(ring,ring)
Letters through your door
Postman pat, postman pat, postman pat and his black and white cat

A.S.A.P yes i need the feta if the
Weather ain't cooperating go get your umbrella baby
Knee deep creepin with the sight on the beretta
4N in the trenches of the night in faux leather

Am to the pm make a rack for more cheddar know the
White chalk round the bodybag ain't no tether
I've been at the scene and i ain't ever feelin better
4N leave the bodybag with a signed letter

Pat feels he's a really happy man
Pat feels he's
A really happy
Man