Lyrics:
Episode one
Meet my friends
By Kerri Renton
Illustrated by Jason Howe
In the great Australian outback
Where the cowboys and cowgirls live
The night
amongst streets paved with gold!
Down in London – the place to be, so we’ve been told!
Verse 2
What about the pressies you’d buy,
If you had
thats just something I live by
1 a.m. on my way to the club
Got bad bitches with me 'bout to turn shit up
By 3 a.m. tenth shot in the cup
By the time we
your signal when you find reception
3am on this highway section (they took us to these cold places)
London Brudda in these cali settings
And all I can
Yo it goes tellin' hoes bobbin Saturday 3'o clock on Melrose shoppin
Six pm flight for more club hoppin'
Landing at H town, damn they got it
takes up the pounding of the enemy forward positions…
War Correspondent 3:
And as the shells screamed down and the walls collapsed in gray powder around
trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that n**** live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Convicted
trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that n**** live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Convicted
papers
Don't trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that nigga live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
in CA
To live and die in CA
Do you know what it takes
To live and die in CA
To live and die in CA
We pray everyday
To live and die in CA
To live
I do believe it was July when I saw you
And you hadn’t changed at all
The door was open, open, open
And I could hear you breath in
My
on the streets been being shambolic
I see bro rise up the four door truck, floor the hot spot to the hydraulics
It's a shame that certain man don't live by
trapped in the system
3 my guys yeah I miss them
Bar after bar Now I rap consistent
I’m tryna get loads profit the most
And live life man fuck being
Yeah abj where I reside in
But I’m in London heathrow vibing
Niggas is ducking and weaving and hiding
And the gyalie there arch their back
This
Yeah thats right one time
This is how we do it in the NPT
Mother Hubbard
One two three to the four
I wear my Pyjamas when I goes down the store
with me
Want my momma a new Bentley
Drop them keys at the front door
Told my best friend we gone take a trip to London on the 4th
I'm in the studio
to sit him down
Mr. Nigga, Nigga-Nigga
He got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunk
Now, who is the cat at Armani buying wears? (Yeah, yeah,
selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT
Run up in city
the ash
And scratch my voice, new record, "all gods are bastards"
Up in the clouds and down on the ground
I'm simply living two different lives
With what
gusha
I ain't tryna spit game, maybe we can hook up
The Aston out front, so my nickname Kutcher
Dinner date time, down inner state 9
I'm in the state
(Mhmm, mhmm)
Frank Zulu The 3rd
What?
Yeah
Kick down the door cuz'
They didn't want to let us in (Whoa)
Kick down the door cuz'
They didn't want
Passed down like 4x100m relay
It's a dash to the summit
And Hustlers can't stomach crabs in the bucket
That would cash in their mothers facts
You not
ran in houses just to buy some Foams (give it up)
You can hear the pain in my voice on my songs (go, go)
First kicked the door when I was seventeen
they know and shit
And on that note, I keep it G
Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I
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