Текст песни Blama (feat. Tion Wayne & Morrisson) - Steel Banglez feat. Morrisson & Tion Wayne

Mm-mm (Steel Banglez)
Roll up, blama, blama (mm-mm)
Stacey, Anna, Anna
Farah, Farah (yeah)
Broke youtes make me para, para (para)
Roll with the soldier (yeah)
Car with the chauffeur
Roll with the toaster (baow)
Still get figures and bang

I'm verified in the streets (that's right)
So when I rap, man, take me in
I don't just make up a story like Shiro
To make 'em all rhyme just to make a hit
I used to watch the O.G.'s play with bricks
Then post on the block in the latest kicks
With their big watches, chains and rings
Flooded with ice like a skatin' rink
Guess what, we grew up to be just like them (like what)
Man are shottas like Wayne and Biggs (Biggs)
I'm in the bulletproof Range with tints
With a gun that'll take a face off like Nick (Nicolas Cage)
I remember girls used to laugh at us
Now they wanna link us and partner up
We just give them wood like a carpenter
Then chuck 'em in the cab, then laugh at them

I'm a N9 classic
Man touch me, firearms get brandished (mm-mm)
Jewels on on the opp block
When I drive past cah they ain't that active (baow)
My young thugs still go over there
They don't care 'bout internal affairs
Gyal said, "Real niggas are rare"
So I guess I'm the man of the year (boom)
Tion Wayne is a fuckin' boss
Don't try come round here, you'll get shot
They can't boof me, man them boys are washed
They will never make what I spend on a watch (money)
When they see T Wayne, no weapon
You should see how they start jettin'
I don't even know why they chase and chef him
Make him just baow, gave him lessons

Roll up, big boy, blama, blama
White girl, Stacey, Anna, Anna (mm-mm, baow)
Make man run, Mo Farah, Farah (yeah)
Broke youtes make me para, para (sho)
In the dance, roll with the soldier (yeah)
Big wap, car with the chauffeur (baow)
Streets cold, roll with the toaster (boom)
I still get figures and bang (bang)

Look at who stepped in again (mm-mm)
All I do is sell coke, I picked my side
Me and Pepsi ain't friends
Zero L's, just went global
I could've went Hollywood but I stayed local
If you wanna know the best word to describe me
Get your phone out and Google, "Mogul"
I might give Mike Skinner a phone call
And tell him swap names 'cause I am the streets
Yo, why they run from police?
Peak when I give him one in the cheek
Real badman, opps see me and speed
Got one West gyal, got one in the east
Tion, you don't want a gyal from East
I dunno, I dunno, they're on too much greaze (mm-mm)
Leg it, leg it, Olympic ting
Leg it, leg it, when they see me they're jettin'
Me, I put holes in denim (woosh)
Run up, my friend'll dead him (wap, wap, wap)
From young, man, they said I was violent
Chew man's face off like Mike Tyson (boom)
In the Lambo' with the seats reclinin' (baow)
Chicks like me, they don't know I'm fryin'

Roll up, big boy, blama, blama
White girl, Stacey, Anna, Anna (mm-mm)
Make man run, Mo Farah, Farah
Broke youtes make me para, para (sho)
In the dance, roll with the soldier (yeah)
Big wap, car with the chauffeur (baow)
Streets cold, roll with the toaster (boom)
I still get figures and bang (baow, baow, baow)

Blama, blama
Stacey, Anna, Anna
Mm-mm
Sho