"Entourage" lyrics
I went from the Entourage to being on the yard
In HMP, I'm in Poplar HARCA
I was 23 hours banged up to ras'
On Saturdays it was Westwood, cuz
All I could hear was "free Roachee"
Hang tight Skepta, Wiley, Ruff Sqwad
I ain't forgot, 'nuff love to the dargs
But right now, you're looking at the new guard
Way before we had dinner at the Shard
I was knocking about on the Isle of Dogs
But you could meet me round Wilehouse, cuz
E14, put your lighters dem up
They're saying that my bars are like a Tyson punch
'Cause they hit you in the face, some get frightened and run
I'm excited and a bit nuts
Oh my god, I'm having too much fun
Grime, I put the G in it
Nope, can't chat to me, innit
Why's that? I'm a big MC, innit
Who's that? Scratchy D, innit
Cold, I put the C in it
Blind side, they ain't seeing it
Talented, I put the T in it
Energy, I put the E in it
Madman, put the M in it
Nang, I put the N in it
Ten toes, start legging it
Scratchy's about, I'm shelling it
I'm just saying it
You made your bed, now lay in it
King, I put the K in it
Jheeze, I put the J in it
Look, what lyrics? I got lyrics
Bare bars, rudeboy, coulda shot lyrics
Badbwoy hotshot lyrics, top ah top lyrics
Bwoy dead, headtop lyrics
No average, just top notch lyrics
Got the big .45, big shot lyrics
Soundbwoy haffi run and jump hopscotch lyrics
Unlimited, infinity, nonstop lyrics
Gunman, gun lyrics
Suntan, get bun lyrics
Badman, mek man run lyrics
Gangland, get man done lyrics
Heavy like tonne lyrics, you've got some lyrics
I've got strong lyrics, you've got the wrong lyrics
I've got don lyrics
Like 5-4-3-2-1 lyrics, boy!
Hit 'em like a lightning bolt
Five thousand volts, it's your own fault
Like murder she wrote
Bang 'em in the head with the side of the Colt
Put 'em on hold
2s 2 chicken and a Supermalt
Dead season, pepper and salt
Feet up as I plan the assault
I've been chasing a note
Black sheep, not chasing a goat
Weren't born with a spoon in my boat
Born with a cord wrapped round my throat
I'm lookin' land with a moat
Plan is down this 'til I bloat
I'm a face, though, ain't gotta gloat
Strange, but I float with the change in my coat
Run, run, running it again
Like back in the day, we've been running it from then
Them other man, they be running it up now
We be the wickedest ones out from then
Dump, dump, we're dumping again
Best in the game, nothing less
How many years we been killing 'em with finesse?
We set the style, the steeze and the trends
Back to back and bar for bar
Not one of them is wickeder than Entourage
Who set the styles for them? (Entourage)
Best crew in the game? (Entourage)
The levels are high, off the charts
We ran the roads and the charts
Been around the world and came back
Now everyone outside knows who we are
In HMP, I'm in Poplar HARCA
I was 23 hours banged up to ras'
On Saturdays it was Westwood, cuz
All I could hear was "free Roachee"
Hang tight Skepta, Wiley, Ruff Sqwad
I ain't forgot, 'nuff love to the dargs
But right now, you're looking at the new guard
Way before we had dinner at the Shard
I was knocking about on the Isle of Dogs
But you could meet me round Wilehouse, cuz
E14, put your lighters dem up
They're saying that my bars are like a Tyson punch
'Cause they hit you in the face, some get frightened and run
I'm excited and a bit nuts
Oh my god, I'm having too much fun
Grime, I put the G in it
Nope, can't chat to me, innit
Why's that? I'm a big MC, innit
Who's that? Scratchy D, innit
Cold, I put the C in it
Blind side, they ain't seeing it
Talented, I put the T in it
Energy, I put the E in it
Madman, put the M in it
Nang, I put the N in it
Ten toes, start legging it
Scratchy's about, I'm shelling it
I'm just saying it
You made your bed, now lay in it
King, I put the K in it
Jheeze, I put the J in it
Look, what lyrics? I got lyrics
Bare bars, rudeboy, coulda shot lyrics
Badbwoy hotshot lyrics, top ah top lyrics
Bwoy dead, headtop lyrics
No average, just top notch lyrics
Got the big .45, big shot lyrics
Soundbwoy haffi run and jump hopscotch lyrics
Unlimited, infinity, nonstop lyrics
Gunman, gun lyrics
Suntan, get bun lyrics
Badman, mek man run lyrics
Gangland, get man done lyrics
Heavy like tonne lyrics, you've got some lyrics
I've got strong lyrics, you've got the wrong lyrics
I've got don lyrics
Like 5-4-3-2-1 lyrics, boy!
Hit 'em like a lightning bolt
Five thousand volts, it's your own fault
Like murder she wrote
Bang 'em in the head with the side of the Colt
Put 'em on hold
2s 2 chicken and a Supermalt
Dead season, pepper and salt
Feet up as I plan the assault
I've been chasing a note
Black sheep, not chasing a goat
Weren't born with a spoon in my boat
Born with a cord wrapped round my throat
I'm lookin' land with a moat
Plan is down this 'til I bloat
I'm a face, though, ain't gotta gloat
Strange, but I float with the change in my coat
Run, run, running it again
Like back in the day, we've been running it from then
Them other man, they be running it up now
We be the wickedest ones out from then
Dump, dump, we're dumping again
Best in the game, nothing less
How many years we been killing 'em with finesse?
We set the style, the steeze and the trends
Back to back and bar for bar
Not one of them is wickeder than Entourage
Who set the styles for them? (Entourage)
Best crew in the game? (Entourage)
The levels are high, off the charts
We ran the roads and the charts
Been around the world and came back
Now everyone outside knows who we are
