Streetstyle by Smithy Boy Lyrics
Yo
Zelda, Smithy Boy
DMH
Big up the cameraman
Big up da man on da cam
The crew, can't forget that man, check it
[Verse 1 (L-Dot)]
Yoo
Talk to da mic, I'll talk to da bee
These pussy fuckers get fried teeth cus they can't test me
Ye, I'm so goody on a mic, ye goody on a nine
Let me watch this bully get bullied wit a mic cus I key ye in the rhyme, I'll key ya in the beat, but I chill wit Smithy Boy any day o da week
We get our pubes, we get our gwop, gwop
If I see them tubes the man gonna smack
Ye, top o da block, on top o da street, don't give a fuck if you don't like me cus I fly overseas, I'm three in the cheese mold, yo ay smithy boy tell em how it is
[Verse 2 (Smithy Boy)]
Yo
*awkward silence*
Yo, L-Dot don't get sinned, two rounds on the fag, yea I reload the pump-action, I'm a madman
Don't give fuck cus I fuckin yo bitch on the cock, so swear down blud, I'm fucking fucking your mum, up the ass
Come round the corner and shank you with my bottle o glass, Ak-47, so swear down blud, I'll kill that kid called Devon
Up and da top da block, boom off your door, crowbar straight to your fucking face
that's it blud, yeah mash up the place, smash up your face, cus you watch fucking porn and that's it blud cus I'll just tape up YOUR FUCKING JAW
[Verse 3 (L-Dot]
Yo, no time for da ham when I'm around, your fam ain't sound yeah he ain't fuckin sound, man's getting that money for da gang (CHEESE) I'm so G, that a bring back a stack o da pounds, weed in my snout, better for me than that doctor shit (BREEE) Ye, I got dis, Smith
You might as well be getting knocked out, yo, go on
[Verse 4 (Smithy Boy)]
Yo, you go to the L-Dot, then you go to the fuckin floor, yo an cus I'll break off your door, I will be the king of the skengz, man I deserve a weed crown on my head, cus I got no daffodils man, blud you just sittin with ben and matt, swear down blud you are fucking gay, cus I swear down blud I do your mum everyday, yeah that's it blud L-dot ain't working a 9 hour, you dumb cow, don't give a fuck if you don't like this paint on the wall, man I'll spray you down and blowtorch you, told em 'fuck off bro' they leavin with nothin except cuts on their skin and I got them bars, it's ten man, not sixteen, you got twitter but you ain't got NO TWEETS
[Verse 5 (L-dot)]
Yo, bottles overhead, I'm big and I stay on top of the beat get fired, I'mma beat you and they'll see you yea and that'll make them quit, I'mma badder, no shit, yea thath pussy a fucker n shit (Krrrow) that got dropped and run up with no Porsche and shit, yea see this fat boy wit a small dick
[Verse 6 (Smithy Boy)]
Don't come back, you spliff, pass down the beer and canna
ye, what the fuck you fuckin, boy, I don't know but your bars are so fucking shit man, ye i'll leave you choking (CHEESE), you african swallow, that's it man, your brain is fucking hollow (CHEESE), just like my wood man
Blud are you on the TV?
Boy you so broke you go sell your ass for fifty p (Cheese)
[Verse 7 (L-Dot)]
Yo, haha
Goody on da mic, I go and have a line, let them wastemans come on with the times and I'll box their head, leave them dead
I go 'wagwan' and a chill with the whole crew, cus I makin moves and I'm in my groove (ha ha), yo, aight
[Verse 8 (Smithy Boy)]
Pass down the mic, down to the regular
That's it blud I'm on a news header, these bars will make your head ache (CHEESE), just shoot down a fucking school and now I'm on a register, that's it blud cus you know you shouldn't be a fag ye, and I'm like what
Smoke that weed, man smoke that pot, don't give a fuck if you don't have no p, cus I'm on YouTube, I'm on your TV, I'm just on the TV like what, chillin with L-dot man smokin that pot, with L-dot that's it we go back to the bluds that rage in the flat
You part of the LT1, your no son but I fucked your mum, crowbar ye straight toward your head, yo blud fuck off
[Outro]
Yo
See this lil pussy
*CLANG*
Ye take that, who you think you are, blud (FUCK YOU MAN)
Another freestyle you fuckin sket
Better watch out next time, lad, ya
Zelda, Smithy Boy
DMH
Big up the cameraman
Big up da man on da cam
The crew, can't forget that man, check it
[Verse 1 (L-Dot)]
Yoo
Talk to da mic, I'll talk to da bee
These pussy fuckers get fried teeth cus they can't test me
Ye, I'm so goody on a mic, ye goody on a nine
Let me watch this bully get bullied wit a mic cus I key ye in the rhyme, I'll key ya in the beat, but I chill wit Smithy Boy any day o da week
We get our pubes, we get our gwop, gwop
If I see them tubes the man gonna smack
Ye, top o da block, on top o da street, don't give a fuck if you don't like me cus I fly overseas, I'm three in the cheese mold, yo ay smithy boy tell em how it is
[Verse 2 (Smithy Boy)]
Yo
*awkward silence*
Yo, L-Dot don't get sinned, two rounds on the fag, yea I reload the pump-action, I'm a madman
Don't give fuck cus I fuckin yo bitch on the cock, so swear down blud, I'm fucking fucking your mum, up the ass
Come round the corner and shank you with my bottle o glass, Ak-47, so swear down blud, I'll kill that kid called Devon
Up and da top da block, boom off your door, crowbar straight to your fucking face
that's it blud, yeah mash up the place, smash up your face, cus you watch fucking porn and that's it blud cus I'll just tape up YOUR FUCKING JAW
[Verse 3 (L-Dot]
Yo, no time for da ham when I'm around, your fam ain't sound yeah he ain't fuckin sound, man's getting that money for da gang (CHEESE) I'm so G, that a bring back a stack o da pounds, weed in my snout, better for me than that doctor shit (BREEE) Ye, I got dis, Smith
You might as well be getting knocked out, yo, go on
[Verse 4 (Smithy Boy)]
Yo, you go to the L-Dot, then you go to the fuckin floor, yo an cus I'll break off your door, I will be the king of the skengz, man I deserve a weed crown on my head, cus I got no daffodils man, blud you just sittin with ben and matt, swear down blud you are fucking gay, cus I swear down blud I do your mum everyday, yeah that's it blud L-dot ain't working a 9 hour, you dumb cow, don't give a fuck if you don't like this paint on the wall, man I'll spray you down and blowtorch you, told em 'fuck off bro' they leavin with nothin except cuts on their skin and I got them bars, it's ten man, not sixteen, you got twitter but you ain't got NO TWEETS
[Verse 5 (L-dot)]
Yo, bottles overhead, I'm big and I stay on top of the beat get fired, I'mma beat you and they'll see you yea and that'll make them quit, I'mma badder, no shit, yea thath pussy a fucker n shit (Krrrow) that got dropped and run up with no Porsche and shit, yea see this fat boy wit a small dick
[Verse 6 (Smithy Boy)]
Don't come back, you spliff, pass down the beer and canna
ye, what the fuck you fuckin, boy, I don't know but your bars are so fucking shit man, ye i'll leave you choking (CHEESE), you african swallow, that's it man, your brain is fucking hollow (CHEESE), just like my wood man
Blud are you on the TV?
Boy you so broke you go sell your ass for fifty p (Cheese)
[Verse 7 (L-Dot)]
Yo, haha
Goody on da mic, I go and have a line, let them wastemans come on with the times and I'll box their head, leave them dead
I go 'wagwan' and a chill with the whole crew, cus I makin moves and I'm in my groove (ha ha), yo, aight
[Verse 8 (Smithy Boy)]
Pass down the mic, down to the regular
That's it blud I'm on a news header, these bars will make your head ache (CHEESE), just shoot down a fucking school and now I'm on a register, that's it blud cus you know you shouldn't be a fag ye, and I'm like what
Smoke that weed, man smoke that pot, don't give a fuck if you don't have no p, cus I'm on YouTube, I'm on your TV, I'm just on the TV like what, chillin with L-dot man smokin that pot, with L-dot that's it we go back to the bluds that rage in the flat
You part of the LT1, your no son but I fucked your mum, crowbar ye straight toward your head, yo blud fuck off
[Outro]
Yo
See this lil pussy
*CLANG*
Ye take that, who you think you are, blud (FUCK YOU MAN)
Another freestyle you fuckin sket
Better watch out next time, lad, ya