Know By Now by Jam Baxter Lyrics

[Hook]
I think they know by now that Slum-boy love that rum
I think they know by now that Slum-boy keep it krunk
I'm talking Mt Gay and that Malibou
Appleton and that Wray & Nephew
(Mt) Mt Gay and that Malibou
Appleton and that Wray & Nephew

[Verse 1]
I'ma leave her Makers Mark right here one time on the beat
Captain Morgan sailing the ship, I'ma float through all seven seas
You just had a toke of the cheese
Glass full of crook
Now man be singing in threes
Man be singing in fours
All on the floor
All wiped out know how it be
Thats why your head wiped so next thing man can't speak
I ain't have to go catch sleep
Got a few more days on the Beach
Got a few more days on the Rumbar [Silver?]
The Cockspur's calling me so pour that out
Bacardi, pour that out
Old Monk, pour that out
Kn-knock that back
Gosling, knock that back
Debonaire, knock that back
Got a shot glass under the hat
Got rum coming out of the taps
Got rum in the trap
Rum at your marj's yard and rum at your sisters flat
She can rest that cup on her back, that's her backside I'm talking about
[Hook]
I think they know by now that Slum-boy love that rum
I think they know by now that Slum-boy keep it krunk
I'm talking Mt Gay and that Malibou
Appleton and that Wray & Nephew
Mt Gay and that Malibou
Appleton and that Wray & Nephew

I think they clocked by now Jam-boss loves that vods
I think they clocked by now that I back that neat on the rocks
That Stolichnaya, that Belvedere man shit I even back that Glen's
'Til six a.m every morning my battery's running on forty percent
Eh

[Skit]
What would happen if the bottle weren't empty?
If the boys could go on drinking then the drinker looks like this
Only half conscious

[Verse 2]
Day one Cîroc
Day two Grey Goose
Day three last of the Smirnoff
This girl can't neck a shot straight straight
Eh sket that's a straight up turn off
That's the last time I ever link her lot
We've been on the rooftop bar getting burst off
I'll be on the eve of this wave try'na cotch
Now I'm knocking back shots on a yacht with the Murdochs
I want my drink served in a vase
Fuck that, want my drink served in a bath
With a garnish of circling sharks
The devils in my mind play burning guitars
Ive got two bottles of Żubrówka embedded on my rider and trust me they better be there
And when they are still never seems fair
I'm that one dickhead you've never seen share
Yeah
Got that titanium stomach
That "burst out your flesh like alien" stomach
She called me at three, I pulled up, pulled in
Pulled out, bust straight on her stomach
She caught me at six all pissed with my claws outstretched
Red handed, raiding the cupboard
Too many bottles, all radiant colours
Dust out, I'll be on the wave at your mothers
Safe
[Hook]
I think they
I think they know by now that Slum-boy love that rum
I think they know by now that Slum-boy keep it krunk
I'm talking Mt Gay and that Malibou
Appleton and that Wray & Nephew
Mt Gay and that Malibou
Appleton and that Wray & Nephew

I think they clocked by now Jam-boss loves that vods
I think they clocked by now that I back that neat on the rocks
That Stolichnaya, that Belvedere man shit I even back that Glen's
'Til six a.m every morning my battery's running on forty percent

[Verse 3]
I'm Swayze
I day drink
I'm Amsterdam with your lady
I might take the piss just because I'm pissed and go tell her to piss off baby
Coz I'm fucked off the GRM
GRM 'til the end
GRM give your boy them wobbly legs but still I go buck that again
Yo I might just go catch me a bottle
With the closest off-licence in the ends
[Roachy nut?] be all on her [breath], [breath]
[Roachy nut?] on her breath
I don't need to tell man again that rum be my worst best friend
So let me go buck man again
Yo let me go empty it out
Low let me take [system a laaaaaa?]