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Goldie Lookin Chain - 21 Ounces lyrics
From the hip hop to the hippy to the hoppy to the wibbly wobbly woo, To the ram jam jimmy, to the goldie lookin' chain to the ad-ad-adam hussain Alright Spa! Do you want some fucking weed? I've got fucking loads of weed man, right Carl from Risca's had a few fucking ounces off me right, So I've only got 21 ounces on me at the moment, right but if you want some fucking more, right I can do that, that's no fucking problem. I need to shift this draw quick as fuck, flip the cash and take my cut. It's really powerful, it's so strong, but I'm selling it fast and it's nearly all gone I'll sell you a nine-bar or just the ounce I'll sell you little bits or large amounts Adam Hussein, remember me? Selling draw from my capri Want some draw? With me you'll score Cos I grows this shit out o' my nan's back door Bongs, bingers, blow buckets, I sell ounces to schoolkids but I don't care, fuck it Get it on tick, but make it quick I just got a load of wicked Thai stick Party's going down, I'll bring the brown Tonight it's going off in Newport town I've got 21 ounces of blow I've got 21 ounces of blow So if you want some let me know 'cos I've really gotta go I've got 21 ounces of blow, blow, blow People watch me like Match of the Day, I've got a stack of weed like a bale of hay I drive my capri like Colin Mcrae and I've got to drop some weed off in Alway I've got really good scales and my deals are proper, The price is wicked too, just like happy shopper I sells the best skunk, you can tell by the smell, I'll also sell you fags and rizlas as well Oi clarts! Don't fucking start Or I'll whip you with my chain, and it'll fucking smart Weeds green like a frog, my brown'll make you shake like a shitting dog 10 or twenty, I got plenty I'm still selling draw down Pilgweny Getting laid, not getting played Don't give a fuck as long as I get paid I've got 21 ounces of blow I've got 21 ounces of blow So if you want some let me know 'cos I've really gotta go I've got 21 ounces of blow, blow, blow I'm driving, feeling sane 'cos the boots rammed with mary jane That's right! It's Benny Blanco, selling the speed and the blow out of my car, 'cos that's how it's done, Pigs bust me twice so they got me on the run Adam Hussein, I'm fucking glc 'cos if you want a thc, come see me There's a new dance, going on, in Newport, it's called the funky bong You wiggle your hips and start to show off Breathe in and out and then you cough You can only do it when your smoking a cone, You can do it with your mates or all alone Right to the left, left to the right GLC are the fucking bomb, alright? I've got 21 ounces of blow I've got 21 ounces of blow So if you want some let me know 'cos I've really gotta go I've got 21 ounces of blow, blow, blow I've got speed, whatever you need, 'cos I've always got a big bag of weed My shit ain't bunk, I sell skunk out of my low ride capri's trunk Wanna gurn? You better learn, Your missus'll get free pills burping my worm She's on all fours, Wouldn't touch her with yours 'cos she looks like the wookie out of fucking Star Wars I've got 21 ounces of blow I've got 21 ounces of blow So if you want some let me know 'cos I've really gotta go I've got 21 ounces of blow, blow, blow 21 ounces of blow I've got 21 ounces of blow So if you want some let me know 'cos I've really gotta go I've got 21 ounces of blow, blow, blow ....you're not fucking CID are you? |
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