"Bluku! Bluku!" lyrics
"Bluku! Bluku!"
(feat. Dizzee Rascal)
Oh my word
Bluku bluku, inna the informer 'ead
Bluku bluku, buss' a shot inna the informer leg
Bluku bluku, me left the informer dead
Runnin' tings ya know me no chat to no fed
Bluku bluku, inna the informer 'ead
Bluku bluku, buss' a shot inna the informer leg
Bluku bluku, me left the informer dead
Runnin' tings ya know me no chat to no fed
What you gonna do when you hear that me
And my crew are looking for you?
Knocking at your door, them the boys in blue
Looking up certain man that look like you
What you gonna do when you hear that me
And my crew are looking for you?
Knocking at your door, them the boys in blue
Looking up certain man that look like you
I'm behind you
I don't wanna hear no more talk
These boys don't know more war
Shank in the leg so you can no more walk
Now you lookin at a shake in the leg blud
Who's gonna come about pure war talk?
Who wants to be outlined in chalk?
You shoulda known better, it was all your fault
Real bad man don't normally talk
Look like skipper man, deal with the matter
Just like sicker man deal with the case
You said really can't watch no face
Come to the end, bust shells in face
I don't really wanna make it a court case
'Cause I know that you got Trident on base
You can't keep up with my pace
How many more friends inna my space?
Bluku bluku, inna the informer 'ead
Bluku bluku, buss' a shot inna the informer leg
Bluku bluku, me left the informer dead
Runnin' tings ya know me no chat to no fed
Bluku bluku, inna the informer 'ead
Bluku bluku, buss' a shot inna the informer leg
Bluku bluku, me left the informer dead
Runnin' tings ya know me no chat to no fed
It's the E3 African
Ready for action and I'm the main attraction
Everybody stopping and clocking to see
How I'm holding or what I be rocking
I got the whole world jocking, chart topping
Dirty South hip-hopping with the big bass knocking
Fully thugged out, never stopping
All blacked out so the feds can't spot him
Going on so rotten, it don't cease
People telling me to increase the peace
I release decrease when I reach the East
But I release the beast, I don't care
Real bare chest, no Jesus piece
I'm John the Baptiste, wetting the road up
Hold up, I showed up flinging my gold up
Blinging and winging 'em out, I leave 'em in gold dust
Said they're running the town but nobody told us
I never got the memo, I'm sorry fellow
You're a level below, I never even said hello
You're soft like jello, I roll hard
I go dumb but I'm far from a retard
Blackberry at my yard on recharge
iPhone in my car, that's me, star
And I stay on the ball like FIFA
Still I stay smoking the potent reefer
See ya
Bluku bluku, inna the informer 'ead
Bluku bluku, buss' a shot inna the informer leg
Bluku bluku, me left the informer dead
Runnin' tings ya know me no chat to no fed
Bluku bluku, inna the informer 'ead
Bluku bluku, buss' a shot inna the informer leg
Bluku bluku, me left the informer dead
Runnin' tings ya know me no chat to no fed
I'm connected to more gangs than Ross Kemp
Manchester back down to Kent
Don't draw for the leng, a hundred percent
No pussy round here blud, I can't smell a scent
If you think that then you're not thinking sense
My man dem he jump the fence
No muscle, no need to tense
It's a bullet hole inside your ten pence
Nah, it's not me that you wanna come against
Car, whether you're small or hench
Got a big chest 'cause you love up the bench
When I release the cell you'll be losing strength
Understand I'm not alking friends
You know war with me blud it's too intense
I just hope your team's got good defense
Just know
Bluku bluku, inna the informer 'ead
Bluku bluku, buss' a shot inna the informer leg
Bluku bluku, me left the informer dead
Runnin' tings ya know me no chat to no fed
Bluku bluku, inna the informer 'ead
Bluku bluku, buss' a shot inna the informer leg
Bluku bluku, me left the informer dead
Runnin' tings ya know me no chat to no fed
Bluku bluku
Writer(s): Sam Andrew Gumbley, Darren Jason Dixon, Dylan Kwabena Mills
- AZLyrics
- D
- D Double E Lyrics
EP:
"Bluku! Bluku!" (2011)
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