Ride Out
Bugzy Malone
3:15Yeah It's Bugz Listen Yo, look I've not got around to reading a Bible Still I'm tryna leave them a worthy example So I know I've gotta get married, it's vital I was on one knee right under the Eiffel Holding a diamond bigger than a blueberry When I had a Blackberry, it was survival That meant a flicky when anywhere I go All 'cause a rival took shots at me with a rifle Blood on the tips on my fingers Done a Bruce Lee then I linked him Bit off the end of a spliff then I lit that I was on a carpet doing crunches tryna get me a six-pack Dreams of me pushing his wig back Nightmares of me getting 26 in crown court Never been much of a shooter, but I'll still bang off Ask them man that I kidnapped No comment all the way through on an attempted M I didn't even do If they'd have got my phone, then I wouldn't been here 'Cause I would've got released this time last year And I can clearly remember Saying to Webby that I want a short back and sides, a 'tache and a beard Them man are airing my stripes I told them put a line in my eyebrow, I'm a bad boy out here Me, I'm just sketching, into my sketch book I can forgive but I don't forget much Let me just add an additional bit of perspective We would eat fish fingers with no ketchup Now we eat lobster, and I'm in a tracksuit Sat in San Carlo, and I've got an AP like I've been Narcos I've got a big business, these boxes at the cargo You're looking at a mogul I might sign me a younger that's spitting on drill Teach him the business, and make him a star Then build him up until I've made him a mil' But don't get it twisted Me, I've had opps but I've beat everyone of them 3 or 4 nil I'm looking at houses for 3 or 4 mil' Even though I got a castle in the middle of a field I miss standing on the roadside with my hat pulled down low So the cameras couldn't see me I miss getting a bar on my pedal bike They were the days where with shoeboxes full of money I miss having beef with a rival gang and having 25 of the mandem with me I miss getting along with my family Way back in the day when we had that little red Mini Looking like something out of the Italian job If I was in the weed game, now that there's Cali and dog I would've sold out selling in bags or in little green tops, they can never keep up It's mental, how I'm like a PlayStation 5 and they're Nintendo You might see my personality switch But I've never dropped a crumb, I'm no Kevin Wendell The way I'm speaking into the mic Is like Salvador sketching in with the pencil I get deja vu like Denzel I've got a Bentley but I can get tekky with a rental My God, that's what the waiter said when I got on one knee Everybody clapping their hands 'cause a black guy getting engaged You don't see, just grow up And you're lucky if your dad bothers to show Everybody wants to know you when you blow up And it's a shame cah you reap what you sow and I already know this Still I've not got round to reading a Bible And I'm tryna leave them a worthy example I know I've gotta get married, it's vital I was on one knee right under the Eiffel Holding a diamond bigger than a blueberry When I had a Blackberry, it was survival Meant a flicky when anywhere I go All 'cause a rival took shots at me with a Fuck off