"Ice Rink (Riko Vocal)" lyrics
Wiley Kat Lyrics
(performed by Riko)
Yes
The one 'ere name Ice Rink
Ya hear me? Roll Deep Entourage
This one's named Ice Rink
Big up all of mi Roll Deep t'ugs dem
Big up Wiley, you're large
Hol' tight Commander B
How ya mean? How ya mean?
Right about now, Riko Dan ah skate pon ice rink, ya hear me?
Big up all ah di badman dem round town, trust me, ah your time
Cyaan tek di fakers dem
How ya mean? Roll Deep Entourage, 2003
Wotcha
Not me, son, go and get another one
I love this war and I love gun
I've always had one from day one
Ask anyone, I'll blast anyone
Not me, son, go and get another one
I love this war and I love gun
I've always had one from day one
Let me tell a soundboy something now
One, don't ever talk 'bout gun
If you ain't got one or you ain't buss one
Two, don't ever wrap up your crew
In beef you started, blud, that's you
Three, now I know you know me
Know your status, Mr Homie
Four, war, skull, war
'Nuff MCs but I still want more
Five, rudeboy, try stay alive
And keep your eyes open, focus all times
Six, when you ah write lyrics
Just keep it all simple, 'llow the gimmicks
Seven and eight and nine, tell the truth, don't lie
Just keep it gangster all times
Ten, don't make me tell you again
Find your own crew and set your own trend
Call out mi name, call out mi name, call out mi name
Soundboy, call out mi name
Done wid di fuckery, done wid di game
War, beg a bwoy call out mi name
Just call out mi name, call out mi name, call out mi name
Soundboy, call out mi name
Done wid di fuckery, done wid di game
War, beg a bwoy call out wi name 'cah
All you ah diss but you nah call name
One bag ah talk and some eediat claim
Spell it out clear, I wanna know what you're saying
Riko Dan, you'll get instant sprayin'
Don't talk shit, I'm not into delaying
Come inna the scene and I forced my way in
Don't watch what I'm doing, hear what I'm saying
Come inna di place and I don't start playing
Run up on dance, have a little lay-in
Then you see my girls start playing
Know what I'm saying, won't go way into detail
Come inna di dance and I'll chat up any female
Gyal dem ah link mi, send mi bare email
On the right track, never see me derail
Coulda shot work, not into retail
Wanna get worldwide just like TfL
Don't get me involve, I'll
Run man, mek 'em back out revolver
True topper topper, man are rudeboy soldier
You wanna clash? You'll get run over
See you on the road, you'll get turn over
Box couple shot inna my blacked out Rover
Body gets dumped in the sea like Dover
I'ma three way shots like clover
Man ah buss gunshot, drunk or sober
Don't really care if you're young or you're over
Buss shot in your shoulder, what?
Buss gunshot, I will lick off your bowler
Ain't been about but I'm back and I'm colder
One bag of lyrics inside my new folder
Riko Dan is the man and I told ya
Style that you're carrying, Riko Dan showed ya
Mi hear 'nuff soundboy are informer
Chat mic but still a informer
Buss gun but still a informer
Mek mi hear a whole ah informer
Then unnu ah go know 'bout drama
Roll Deep, bare guns and armour
'Nuff MCs see me as di farda
But you wanna get out of order
You'll get slaughter after you come cross mi border
You little bastard
That style that you've got, it needs plasters
And the style that I chat, I've done mastered
Too many MCs have been to my classes
Asking for passes to rip up the dances
'Llow me, you and your crew, you're all crasis
Can't see me, nah, your crew need glasses
What? I'll make a boy energetic
Shot that I'll buss, I'll make a boy energetic
What? I'll make a boy energetic
Shot that I'll buss, I'll make a boy energetic
Hungry tiger, drunken master
Master blaster, mastered di dancehall
Gunshot fly, we'll send them after
Your crew, what you gonna do when Riko rolls through?
What you gonna do when Wiley runs through?
What you gonna do when Flowdan rolls through?
Burst couple shot at your crew
'Nuff bwoy are gonna get slew
'Nuff bwoy are gonna get do, bun over
You get run over
Drive-by ting inna my black Rover
Stand up and dance if you're a poser
Gunshot fly will lick you over
Fly couple shot, we'll lick off your bowler
What? Hat, soundboy head mi get crack
Like work, if you wanna test, you'll get hurt
So splurt, I've got bare guns in the dirt
Drive-by ting inna mi brand new Merc
Looking at your crew, I see one bag of jerks
Fools, ain't even got no tools
Saw me on di riddim and you know I got balls
[?] some golden rules
Don't give a fuck if the tape's on pause
Killing MCs just for a good cause, what?
You'll be getting away with blue murder
Chatting bare shit, what, d'you think I never heard ya?
When I heard ya loud and clearly
Nah, soundboy, you better rasclaat fear wi
Don't come near wi, weapon, it's scary
Mek a bwoy weary, gunshot fly inna your face like a fairy
Whole heap ah gunshot, come tek a share [?]
Man ah buss gun from Joseph and Mary
I'll kill a bwoy if he ever gets lairy or less
Gunshot fly inna him chest if a bwoy test
Mek him know say we're the best
We are di best
The one 'ere name Ice Rink
Ya hear me? Roll Deep Entourage
This one's named Ice Rink
Big up all of mi Roll Deep t'ugs dem
Big up Wiley, you're large
Hol' tight Commander B
How ya mean? How ya mean?
Right about now, Riko Dan ah skate pon ice rink, ya hear me?
Big up all ah di badman dem round town, trust me, ah your time
Cyaan tek di fakers dem
How ya mean? Roll Deep Entourage, 2003
Wotcha
Not me, son, go and get another one
I love this war and I love gun
I've always had one from day one
Ask anyone, I'll blast anyone
Not me, son, go and get another one
I love this war and I love gun
I've always had one from day one
Let me tell a soundboy something now
One, don't ever talk 'bout gun
If you ain't got one or you ain't buss one
Two, don't ever wrap up your crew
In beef you started, blud, that's you
Three, now I know you know me
Know your status, Mr Homie
Four, war, skull, war
'Nuff MCs but I still want more
Five, rudeboy, try stay alive
And keep your eyes open, focus all times
Six, when you ah write lyrics
Just keep it all simple, 'llow the gimmicks
Seven and eight and nine, tell the truth, don't lie
Just keep it gangster all times
Ten, don't make me tell you again
Find your own crew and set your own trend
Call out mi name, call out mi name, call out mi name
Soundboy, call out mi name
Done wid di fuckery, done wid di game
War, beg a bwoy call out mi name
Just call out mi name, call out mi name, call out mi name
Soundboy, call out mi name
Done wid di fuckery, done wid di game
War, beg a bwoy call out wi name 'cah
All you ah diss but you nah call name
One bag ah talk and some eediat claim
Spell it out clear, I wanna know what you're saying
Riko Dan, you'll get instant sprayin'
Don't talk shit, I'm not into delaying
Come inna the scene and I forced my way in
Don't watch what I'm doing, hear what I'm saying
Come inna di place and I don't start playing
Run up on dance, have a little lay-in
Then you see my girls start playing
Know what I'm saying, won't go way into detail
Come inna di dance and I'll chat up any female
Gyal dem ah link mi, send mi bare email
On the right track, never see me derail
Coulda shot work, not into retail
Wanna get worldwide just like TfL
Don't get me involve, I'll
Run man, mek 'em back out revolver
True topper topper, man are rudeboy soldier
You wanna clash? You'll get run over
See you on the road, you'll get turn over
Box couple shot inna my blacked out Rover
Body gets dumped in the sea like Dover
I'ma three way shots like clover
Man ah buss gunshot, drunk or sober
Don't really care if you're young or you're over
Buss shot in your shoulder, what?
Buss gunshot, I will lick off your bowler
Ain't been about but I'm back and I'm colder
One bag of lyrics inside my new folder
Riko Dan is the man and I told ya
Style that you're carrying, Riko Dan showed ya
Mi hear 'nuff soundboy are informer
Chat mic but still a informer
Buss gun but still a informer
Mek mi hear a whole ah informer
Then unnu ah go know 'bout drama
Roll Deep, bare guns and armour
'Nuff MCs see me as di farda
But you wanna get out of order
You'll get slaughter after you come cross mi border
You little bastard
That style that you've got, it needs plasters
And the style that I chat, I've done mastered
Too many MCs have been to my classes
Asking for passes to rip up the dances
'Llow me, you and your crew, you're all crasis
Can't see me, nah, your crew need glasses
What? I'll make a boy energetic
Shot that I'll buss, I'll make a boy energetic
What? I'll make a boy energetic
Shot that I'll buss, I'll make a boy energetic
Hungry tiger, drunken master
Master blaster, mastered di dancehall
Gunshot fly, we'll send them after
Your crew, what you gonna do when Riko rolls through?
What you gonna do when Wiley runs through?
What you gonna do when Flowdan rolls through?
Burst couple shot at your crew
'Nuff bwoy are gonna get slew
'Nuff bwoy are gonna get do, bun over
You get run over
Drive-by ting inna my black Rover
Stand up and dance if you're a poser
Gunshot fly will lick you over
Fly couple shot, we'll lick off your bowler
What? Hat, soundboy head mi get crack
Like work, if you wanna test, you'll get hurt
So splurt, I've got bare guns in the dirt
Drive-by ting inna mi brand new Merc
Looking at your crew, I see one bag of jerks
Fools, ain't even got no tools
Saw me on di riddim and you know I got balls
[?] some golden rules
Don't give a fuck if the tape's on pause
Killing MCs just for a good cause, what?
You'll be getting away with blue murder
Chatting bare shit, what, d'you think I never heard ya?
When I heard ya loud and clearly
Nah, soundboy, you better rasclaat fear wi
Don't come near wi, weapon, it's scary
Mek a bwoy weary, gunshot fly inna your face like a fairy
Whole heap ah gunshot, come tek a share [?]
Man ah buss gun from Joseph and Mary
I'll kill a bwoy if he ever gets lairy or less
Gunshot fly inna him chest if a bwoy test
Mek him know say we're the best
We are di best
