Gwan Boi Get Claped (Remix) lyrics

gwan boi get claped (REMiX)(F.T N.J)

(DART-C)

round ere talk pussi get clapped
if u a stranger expect to get jakked
at least u luccy if u dont get kidnapped
thats a fact theres no rich rap
andrex wipes the blood from the whip lash
after runnin a fool over you had to dash
couldnt stand and handle the laws aftermath
rather go home smoke some strong grasss
weed is a spirituel pass dont laugh
i smoke i toach and then i pass if i want draws i just ask
im from the area where bad bois get clapped
and its an every day ting to put a fool on his bacc
push and twist the knife and that is that
slewed no more stairin threw a rear view
like me you look to see whats in front of you
but when death comes there nothing you can do

its alrite

red rag blue rag blacc rag and
green rag whyte rag tucced in or left to hang
in out or where about your mouth leng get prang
clours dont mean the gang in england


my handsworth wood bois where blu gray and blacc
my aston bois where blu but thats cuss where they at
i see handsworth mans in red blue or blacc
today is the day pussi boi gets claped


(N Diablo)

cos tru i like red

and i feel that i've become a bit bad

cos the devil's side

but stil, i love god and god only

(DART-C)
seen

dats styin tru 2 a rag

i stay tru to the blu rag
would tie it as my flag
frech blu english jamacians rag

times are strange every day im going against the grain
like im tryin to smoke a blunt in the rain
my ryne stays the same and enermies still complain
but i stay and hold my postion again and again
run a mission in the rain cuss your blood flood down the drain
i hope you understand thats tame not insain
people always askin me for my real name
im not ashamed but ill tell you my aka all the same
you got nothing to gain except getting set to flame
simple and plain that will teach you not to cross my path again
into my castle enermies try to find thier way in
end up dead deep in a cold coffin
sorro is hollow like the T.I.P
that came the way of them who squeease at me
id rather buss frist it cant be wrost
than layin on the floor with your head burse


red rag blue rag blacc rag and
green rag whyte rag tucced in or left to hang
in out or where about your mouth leng get prang
colours dont mean the gang in england


my handsworth wood bois where blu gray and blacc
my aston bois where blu but thats cuss where they at
i see handsworth mans in red blue or blacc
today is the day pussi boi gets claped

( N diablo)

n diablo know that, from now and way back
MCs who are pissed will finish you silly in a clash
got so much money you'd think i'd check the queenys:
but i only check tick gals and check cheques u get me
and the streets everyday are firin
Al Capone's a minor compared to niggas that they're hirin
and i ain't lyin, before no1 gave a shit
until i had a fat eighth then they ask me for a spliff
catch a nigga ever fuckin with a thug nigga
they feel heat, shotguns finish em much quick
we're like dobermans unleash us and it's over
turn ya over in a coffin like the seat in a rover
i wana be a rapper packin, but not the wrapper in sweets
do i look sweet? yeah i may have small feet
but good tings are in small packages, i'm blastin bastards
how many niggas are prepared 4 pistol practice
whether a real gat or watergun, both ways you get wet
i'd be rotten now if my life was on bet

(DART-C)
red rag blue rag blacc rag and
green rag whyte rag tucced in or left to hang
in out or where about your mouth leng get prang
colours dont mean the gang in england


my handsworth wood bois where blu gray and blacc
my aston bois where blu but thats cuss where they at
i see handsworth mans in red blue or blacc
today is the day pussi boi gets claped