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Knock Your Block Off (feat. Giggs)

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Jme

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Knock Your Block Off (feat. Giggs) - Jme Lyrics




Lewi B!



[Jme:]

Man don't need no reason to spit

Man never knew I had a season ticket

Mandem are movin' wicked, wicked

Handle my music, easy, rip it

And all my moves you see are legit

Banging my tune in a GTA whip

Plannin' to do some TDA shit

What?

Spin man in the booth

Superman quick

Man better move like Ludacris hit

[?] approved, yeah you shouldn't spit

Fam not a clue, you're a new to this shit

Gang on PUB:G lootin' a bit

Pan man too, yeah, boom and you're lit

Run out the blue with a [?]

What?

You get slapped on screen like parking ticket

Attack the beat, leave scars in the bit

Why's Wiley in a Arsenal kit?

Fam, my G, go ask him innit?

Man's thirsty, yeah parched likkle bit

Back that please, yeah, sip it, sip it

Bang this beat like flippin' Cillit

What?

Don't give a damn about a MOBO award or a BRIT

[?] like astros [?]

Man don't show my remorse for a prick

Chattin' about all this sauce that you drip

Fam your time is tickin', tickin'

Mandem are fake like vegan chicken

Can't catch us man slippin', slippin'

What?

Trust me, don't try take a photo sneaky, ya prick

I'll make a bozo delete the pic

Snatch that phone like Yeezy, innit?

No passcode so I'm keepin' your shit

Make man go home wheezin' a bit

Boy Better Know, get widdit, widdit

Best not snitch like Quidditch, Quidditch

What?

Nothings in your man bag, yeah

Stop reachin' for it

Jam fam, there's no need for the lip

Badman here, squash beef and I dip

Man that's air, I might leave in a bit

Santander, drop Ps on the whip

All man hears is "chi-ching, chi-ching"

Next day yeah, mans whippin', whipping

What?



[Giggs:]

Drop bodies, watch that stopwatch

Hot steppin', hot step, hopscotch

Fuck all the "what's hot, what's not"

Drop one and knock those socks off

Drop one and knock those socks off

Drop one and knock those blocks off

Drop one and knock those socks off

Drop one and knock those blocks off



Man ain't got comfy

Man ain't complacent

I'm back in the racin'

Back out the basement

Fill up the jokers

Run out of patience

Yeah, you sell out the mandem

Man, run out the bacon

You sell out the mandem

Sell out Jamaican

Yeah, sell out the black man

Sell out the nation

Me, I sell out the stage show

Smack, bang it's vacation

Just whip up the work now

Rang out the basin

Dun-dun-dun

Give man the business

Yeah, give man the business

Weed, cig, bring out the rizlas

Yeah, man had the garnet silk 12 inches, ring out the sizzlers

If man got the old school Giggsy mixes

Bring out the gigglers

Yeah, man I wish Batman

I, Jokers, bring out the Riddlers

Don't wanna hear no violence

So it's ring out the fiddlers

Shout out the bros, them

Big up the sisters

Shout out the grafters

Big up the drifters

Pick up the biscuit, bap-bap-bap

Lift up the pistol

Hop in the bus, said "floor it, driver

Quick up to Bristol"

Yeah, look at the crystal ball is ballin'

Big up the crystal

Light up your weed and drink and smoke

'Cause live-ups a ritual

Duh-duh-duh

We get the picture

Your shit is more like Disney, Dreamworks, kick up the Pixar

Jme and Giggs had to fix up the game, so big up the fixture

Fuck all the mix-up, just whip up the mixture


Knock Your Block Off (feat. Giggs) lyrics !!!