Wacky Racers by TUNDE MCR Lyrics
[Chorus x 2: Tunde]
No limit on the weight, call me Master P
Pull up racing with my darg Dick Dastardly
She jumped straight in the back, I think she's after me
I told her suck my baubles before I pass the tree
[Verse 1: Tunde]
We some wacky racers, full-throttle on a fed
Can't be back on the wing with the baccy chasers
Smoke a wood or two but more time I'm strapping papers
Kidnaps on my mind, got me planning capers
Evil shit on my mind, got me planning kidnaps
Right ear ringing bells, everytime the stick claps
Known to make the packs flip
She set him up for his food we call her the trapfish
Bad bitch from Belize she whips up a bad dish
Ain't talking no pot
You keep your bitches out your business when you're from another cloth
Way I'm gettin' all the Roleys man I feel like Charlie Sloth
But I could never top that feeling when I cop the Charlie box
Rip the pack, test a gram my bros are starving on these blocks
Big blicky on the waist, narcotics in the socks
I'm feeling like that yardie shot the way I'm clartin' off these rocks
And i ain't tryna stop until we're harbouring the docks
[Chorus x 2: Tunde]
No limit on the weight, call me Master P
Pull up racing with my darg Dick Dastardly
She jumped straight in the back, I think she's after me
I told her suck my baubles before I pass the tree
[Verse 2: Tunde]
I think she's after me, she must be after P
I think she's after Cai, she might be after T
Either way we never trip, keep it M.O.B
And grease your straps once a year hot M.O.T
Remeber flying 'round Chorlton screaming L.O.C
Doubled up from a seven to a J.O.B
Made a lot of things happen real MVP
Brought the city back but they still envy me
And I ain't talking music
Lost my boy and six figures nearly made me lose it
Had to bounce back
Had me risking Banged Up Abroad on some new shit
These times you was with your family on a cruise ship
Gritting for a better life, came up on a pedal bike
Started shottin' cheese and haze until I met the cheddar white
Then I met the Cali pack, should I say Cali plug
Vac it up, pack it up, run it up, stack it up
[Chorus x 2: Tunde]
No limit on the weight, call me Master P
Pull up racing with my darg, Dick Dastardly
She jumped straight in the back, I think she's after me
I told her suck my baubles before I pass the tree
No limit on the weight, call me Master P
Pull up racing with my darg Dick Dastardly
She jumped straight in the back, I think she's after me
I told her suck my baubles before I pass the tree
[Verse 1: Tunde]
We some wacky racers, full-throttle on a fed
Can't be back on the wing with the baccy chasers
Smoke a wood or two but more time I'm strapping papers
Kidnaps on my mind, got me planning capers
Evil shit on my mind, got me planning kidnaps
Right ear ringing bells, everytime the stick claps
Known to make the packs flip
She set him up for his food we call her the trapfish
Bad bitch from Belize she whips up a bad dish
Ain't talking no pot
You keep your bitches out your business when you're from another cloth
Way I'm gettin' all the Roleys man I feel like Charlie Sloth
But I could never top that feeling when I cop the Charlie box
Rip the pack, test a gram my bros are starving on these blocks
Big blicky on the waist, narcotics in the socks
I'm feeling like that yardie shot the way I'm clartin' off these rocks
And i ain't tryna stop until we're harbouring the docks
[Chorus x 2: Tunde]
No limit on the weight, call me Master P
Pull up racing with my darg Dick Dastardly
She jumped straight in the back, I think she's after me
I told her suck my baubles before I pass the tree
[Verse 2: Tunde]
I think she's after me, she must be after P
I think she's after Cai, she might be after T
Either way we never trip, keep it M.O.B
And grease your straps once a year hot M.O.T
Remeber flying 'round Chorlton screaming L.O.C
Doubled up from a seven to a J.O.B
Made a lot of things happen real MVP
Brought the city back but they still envy me
And I ain't talking music
Lost my boy and six figures nearly made me lose it
Had to bounce back
Had me risking Banged Up Abroad on some new shit
These times you was with your family on a cruise ship
Gritting for a better life, came up on a pedal bike
Started shottin' cheese and haze until I met the cheddar white
Then I met the Cali pack, should I say Cali plug
Vac it up, pack it up, run it up, stack it up
[Chorus x 2: Tunde]
No limit on the weight, call me Master P
Pull up racing with my darg, Dick Dastardly
She jumped straight in the back, I think she's after me
I told her suck my baubles before I pass the tree