Lyrics to Late Night In The 0161
Oh it was mad
Warm up was mad
I just wanna do some illegal shit right now
Me I'm not really in the mix right now
I heard my mans going on colder than cold
Tell 'em I'm about and I'm in the bits right now
He was on a Jet Li ting so I started training and I'm fit right now
Chat shit get banged
That means you can get banged out if you chat shit right now
I was on a different wave last year
I was on the road trying to get paid last year
I paid 72 for one box of haze
When I look back that's way to dear
I went straight into production wearing a full body suit like Breaking Bad
Trimming for 2 whole weeks and I ate nutten but frozen pizza, it was mad
Driving around with a box on the floor, just under the glove compartment
A box on a seat, box in a bin bag wrapped up left in a likkle back garden
I was in a crop gaff so long when i hit road man told me I look like Tarzan
I got a full face bally with eye holes
When I wear that I just feel like a spartan
Word about, doors just come off
Word about, dogs get wrote off
Word about, you can't stare down the barrel of the John Gotti if it's already sawn-off
Budubap, head-shots are clean
Budubap, most victims scream
But most mans don't look where they're shootin'
That's why there's bare evidence of the
Look, I hear the whispers, I hear the shouts
I see the angle, I hear the doubt
But I'm the first Mancunian emcee to take the piss, what they talkin' about?
I seen the pictures, I seen the comments
Seen a couple diss tracks floatin' about
And I swear down on my life I was gonna say somethin'
But I was too busy in my house
Yo, way too busy on my couch
On the phone talking about my accounts
I nearly spat out my mango Rubicon when I heard a hundred thousand pounds
Did he forget that I'm Bugzy Malone?
Did he forget I came up off the roads?
I'm saying with a full face balaclava pulled down i'll turn straight back into that mode
The lick off ya head top mode
Them man represent the back garden
Me, I'm way too big for a postcode
What can I tell 'em they don't already know
They already knew about Bury New Road
They already know about the 0161
And how I put Manchester on the globe
Wait, let's talk about the Walking Dead
Why? Cause I watch that when I'm in bed
Why? Cause it reminds me of when I was comin' up
And I would lick man over the head
Yo, I remember lick one down so bad once
Everybody said he was dead
And I ran all the way back to Jacob's mum's cause I didn't wanna go back to
You remember the party on [?]
When, come man let the shots off bap bap bap bap bap
Everybody ran
Brick dust in the air like a spray tan
Man jumpin' about like Rayman
I wear my hat low like Raiden
And I get so much radio play these days, man think I'm a freemason
This one's not for the kids
Not for the MOBOs, not for the BRITs
Not for the radio, not for the TV
More time, this one's just for the whip
Now I got the Batmobile with gadgets on it
2.5 Quattro, S-tronic
Now I need a bed like Wallace and Gromit
So I can slide out of the window onto the bonnet
Into the driver's seat
It's the Night Rider, they can't ride with me
My man's driving a clapped out Astra
Tell my man not to try it with me
My man got left with a face full of blood
Tell man not to try it with me
Them man got shook when I jumped out of the bus
Tell man not to
Fuck off
Bugzy Malone
Nutten's friendly right now
You get me
Hang tight my fuckin' brother JB
Watch out for the EP
0161
Warm up was mad
I just wanna do some illegal shit right now
Me I'm not really in the mix right now
I heard my mans going on colder than cold
Tell 'em I'm about and I'm in the bits right now
He was on a Jet Li ting so I started training and I'm fit right now
Chat shit get banged
That means you can get banged out if you chat shit right now
I was on a different wave last year
I was on the road trying to get paid last year
I paid 72 for one box of haze
When I look back that's way to dear
I went straight into production wearing a full body suit like Breaking Bad
Trimming for 2 whole weeks and I ate nutten but frozen pizza, it was mad
Driving around with a box on the floor, just under the glove compartment
A box on a seat, box in a bin bag wrapped up left in a likkle back garden
I was in a crop gaff so long when i hit road man told me I look like Tarzan
I got a full face bally with eye holes
When I wear that I just feel like a spartan
Word about, doors just come off
Word about, dogs get wrote off
Word about, you can't stare down the barrel of the John Gotti if it's already sawn-off
Budubap, head-shots are clean
Budubap, most victims scream
But most mans don't look where they're shootin'
That's why there's bare evidence of the
Look, I hear the whispers, I hear the shouts
I see the angle, I hear the doubt
But I'm the first Mancunian emcee to take the piss, what they talkin' about?
I seen the pictures, I seen the comments
Seen a couple diss tracks floatin' about
And I swear down on my life I was gonna say somethin'
But I was too busy in my house
Yo, way too busy on my couch
On the phone talking about my accounts
I nearly spat out my mango Rubicon when I heard a hundred thousand pounds
Did he forget that I'm Bugzy Malone?
Did he forget I came up off the roads?
I'm saying with a full face balaclava pulled down i'll turn straight back into that mode
The lick off ya head top mode
Them man represent the back garden
Me, I'm way too big for a postcode
What can I tell 'em they don't already know
They already knew about Bury New Road
They already know about the 0161
And how I put Manchester on the globe
Wait, let's talk about the Walking Dead
Why? Cause I watch that when I'm in bed
Why? Cause it reminds me of when I was comin' up
And I would lick man over the head
Yo, I remember lick one down so bad once
Everybody said he was dead
And I ran all the way back to Jacob's mum's cause I didn't wanna go back to
You remember the party on [?]
When, come man let the shots off bap bap bap bap bap
Everybody ran
Brick dust in the air like a spray tan
Man jumpin' about like Rayman
I wear my hat low like Raiden
And I get so much radio play these days, man think I'm a freemason
This one's not for the kids
Not for the MOBOs, not for the BRITs
Not for the radio, not for the TV
More time, this one's just for the whip
Now I got the Batmobile with gadgets on it
2.5 Quattro, S-tronic
Now I need a bed like Wallace and Gromit
So I can slide out of the window onto the bonnet
Into the driver's seat
It's the Night Rider, they can't ride with me
My man's driving a clapped out Astra
Tell my man not to try it with me
My man got left with a face full of blood
Tell man not to try it with me
Them man got shook when I jumped out of the bus
Tell man not to
Fuck off
Bugzy Malone
Nutten's friendly right now
You get me
Hang tight my fuckin' brother JB
Watch out for the EP
0161
Songwriters: AARON DAVIES, LEON WATSON
Publisher: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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