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Yo cuzWhat ma fam?What you got there?OiIs that a lemon?No it's cheese cuzzieHey join me?What I just lit it fam!Oh don't be shy!Fuck sakeAre you movin to my girl though?I might do still!She's loose bruvAh shup!CHORUS:Chillin wiv da man demJammin wiv da man demIt's all good in the hood wiv da man demI know a couple girlem maybe I should mail demTill then I'm just chillin wiv da man demJammin wiv da man demIt's all good in the hood wiv da man demI know a couple girlem maybe I should mail demTill them I'm just chillin wiv da, chillin wiv daLetras de cancionesI was in the e3bo playin pro evilGettin moved up in the scores for a zeroIf I lose again I will surely regret itAnd this pussyole won't let me forget itBut it's no pressure I can take this boiAnd if I don't win I'll break dis boiI'm just rampin we've got an understandinIt can never be arms house that's ma brederinThrough thick and thin, rain sleet hail snow he's chippin inIf he's got a couple gash he'll bring me inIf he's got a bit of weed i'm smokinI ain't jokinFrom day one we was on this road tingNow we're all grown up on the old tingKick back take it easy and slow tingIt's the kind of thing we're promotinNo job ting(Chorus)When I get lostFeel I've been crossedThe man dem are my salvationI take off my shoesFill up a zootAnd put on the playstationSo stop button bashing just pass the pad, pass the pad, pass the padStop chattin shit just pass the pad, pass the pad, pass the padHey no it's winner stays on blud pass the pad, pass the pad, pass the padDon't be a prick blud pass the pad, pass the pad, pass the padHigh talk and ghetto conspiracies Psychotic weed dealers smokin treesHeated arguments all about the footballWe're up all night like we're nocturnalI can't be bothered to do anything but chillAnd fuck the world outside that's how I feelI've got a whole lot of time to killSo fuck these bitches I'm just keepin it real(Chorus)(Instrumental) From Letras Mania