Fire In The Booth, Pt. 2

(You know what time it is when you hear this right)
Base hahaha yes
Large up Dullah, ledge
Jim Jones is home, BDL
Let's uhm, what's that word, I think it's called play
Let's do it

Fat boy's a militant yout'
Mind of a psycho, straight up general, I'm coming with militant views
I am on a Nate Dogg Warren G tip, oi fam I regulate yout's
.45 in the car, I will regulate you
Regulators! Now, now
I wanna see Hennessy bottles and Alizé bottles, no champagne flutes
Ask Charlie G, I'm fire in the booth
Like white rum, I am the proof
Citizens arrest, run man down like a African security guard working in Boots
My flow's F'ed like tracksuit bottoms and shoes
In my head my screws are loose
And I'm banging like [?]
Loose wires, oi Charlie, believe I've got a short fuse
And it's a do or die attitude so man know that it's win or lose
I don't know if they get me, peak times
Bring them to the deepest pits of hell, plus you won't hear screams in a cell
And man can't hear screams in the boot 'cause the music is loud as hell
This guy is not really normal, cuckoo, I'm not well
Big dog woof woof, F that shit, I am the alpha male
Big boy money tip, big boy cruddy tip
High as hell, going straight to the mother-ship
Man can't F up my high on another tip
Burst on a boy, reload with another clip
When it comes to squeeze Mac-D's, I'm loving it
AL bang bang, dun' know, thugging it
Bare hug the block, I'm hugging it
Usain Bolt, I'm running it
I want all not some of it
Pick up the pace, let's double it
Gal link me, Ann Summers it
Muay Thai dick to the face
She's sucking it
Had to change my Blackberry, she was bugging it
Girls think you owe them something cousin when you're fucking it
F that shit, I'm on a grind, fuck that bitch
I'm going through a life, what's better than this?
It's pain and I'm totally pissed
My belly's hungry, are you mad? I need more than fucking chips
These man are like sauce 'cause when the beef's on, ay blud they bloody dip
I ain't talking CD's when I tell man that hang out the car and I make it rip
Get me on a rager, huh?
Fully gassed like I'm on a major, ah
Salute me, I am a major, ah
Barbecue flow because I've got the flavour
Jah one love, the creator, make a ting burn like vex
Have a man's guts in base
AL base

Hello, hello, hi
Hello, hi
Hello, hello, hi
Hello, hello, hi
Hello, hi
Hello
Hello, hello, hi
Hello, hi
Hello, hello, hi
Hello, hello, hi
Damn, give me the next one fam
Light work, light work
(Man like Narstie you know, wow, turning up early)
Yes sir
(Early)
That's the warm up
(That's the warm up?)
That's the clothes sex, I was rubbing with my pants on, can I take my pants off now?
(Hahaha)
You know them ones there, are we gonna do this ting?
(Let's do the ting Narstie)
Jim Jones, ledge
Ah man

Boom, Lord show me my friends from foes
From who should I let stay and who should I let go
It's dark outside and I can't see
I shout "Jesus save me"
Lord show me my friends from foes
From who should I let stay and who should I let go
Dark outside and I can't see
I shout "Jesus save me"
Yeah the Lord is my Shepard I shall not want 'cause word is bond
He took me to green pastures so I could split with the masters, fat man stored my soul
But, yey, do I walk through the valley of the death, I will fear no evil
My strap's with me for the rest of my life fam, man don't need no knife
I was fourteen shotting, influenced by my olders, they're making P's
Rado watches, big boy cars
All my olders are rolling like stars
So I'm licking out shots from houses to blocks, from blocks to main road
Bro' went jail, I said 'Pain, peak' 'cause man can't go the same road
Now the clothes of food are on my back from fifteen, man can't turn back
Now brown [?] to crack, now including straps
It was hard on my ends, I got knocked down
So the olders gave me straps to lock down
From 8's to 9's,.32's,.38's
.45's and [?]
And Taurus and copper shots
Plus a Mac10 with three shots
When I'm sixteen moving with the top of tops
Moving a Q of white, Z of...
G, man's making dough
Them try get mad at me, I can give P's to my family
Then the game got crude
Harrow yardies, mandem they took my food
They burst my friend [?]
And I wish that 38 missed him
But it never, certain shook niggas couldn't take that stormy weather
Now my blood start boil
Certain man ain't loyal
So we're warring like Americans for oil
Yo two copper shots leave two guys in the soil
Headback gone, face all spoilt
But now it gets peak
Can't eat, can't sleep
Mind's in pieces, body feels weak
The demon's peak
Man can't show no one