Tour Guides
And it's called pied piper
Pass me the ganja
Pass me the lighter
I ain't really tryna excite ya
But this dick here
Ain't made in China
But this dick here
Ain't made in small
But this dick here
Ain't short it's tall
If you wanna chat about war it's cool
Just don't get shook when we bring out the tools
When we bring out the mash
Show me the mash
And I'll show you the cash
Put some cheese and beans on the side
And I might just give you a smile and a flash
Yea mans talking about mash potato
Might catch man out raving to Kano
Tribal skank - then it skips to Donaeo
Yeah mans repping the whole of the game though
Repping the whole of the UK
Yea Brudda Nay goes hard not droopy
Won't catch man driving a coupe
Unless your ting buys me one; then touché - HA
You know I can't say no
Brudda Nay yo
Yea I come and I go
Sometimes uber
More time drive
Sometimes catch
DLR to Bow
Go check Cheesy
See wagwarn
Hear about beef
About man in
E17 so you know I ain't far
Same old beef tho
So you know I stay calm
Know I stay calm
Know I stay calm
20 long years
And I still ain't harmed
Still ain't harmed
Still ain't harmed
Brand new creps
But worn out garms
I got worn out garms
Live in the city
But I've lived in farms
Lived out far
Far and wide
But more time
Mans on the east side
On the east side
Chilling wit my akh's
Anything gwarn
They got my back
They wanna know the plan
Let 'em know the plan
We got .38's
45's
Glock 17s
And four knives
Black BMW
Rolling round the ends
And you know that's filled
With four guys
Four guys
More guys
Rolling round the ends
Like tour guides
Those of you that are more wise
Better clock not to fuck with those guys
We got .38's
45's
Glock 17s
And four knives
Black BMW
Rolling round the ends
And you know that's filled
With four guys
Four guys
More guys
Rolling round the ends
Like tour guides
Those of you that are more wise
Better clock not to fuck with those guys
We got .38's
45's
Glock 17s
And four knives
Black BMW
Rolling round the ends
And you know that's filled
With four guys
Four guys
More guys
Rolling round the ends
Like tour guides
Those of you that are more wise
Better clock not to fuck with those guys
Pass me the ganja
Pass me the lighter
I ain't really tryna excite ya
But this dick here
Ain't made in China
But this dick here
Ain't made in small
But this dick here
Ain't short it's tall
If you wanna chat about war it's cool
Just don't get shook when we bring out the tools
When we bring out the mash
Show me the mash
And I'll show you the cash
Put some cheese and beans on the side
And I might just give you a smile and a flash
Yea mans talking about mash potato
Might catch man out raving to Kano
Tribal skank - then it skips to Donaeo
Yeah mans repping the whole of the game though
Repping the whole of the UK
Yea Brudda Nay goes hard not droopy
Won't catch man driving a coupe
Unless your ting buys me one; then touché - HA
You know I can't say no
Brudda Nay yo
Yea I come and I go
Sometimes uber
More time drive
Sometimes catch
DLR to Bow
Go check Cheesy
See wagwarn
Hear about beef
About man in
E17 so you know I ain't far
Same old beef tho
So you know I stay calm
Know I stay calm
Know I stay calm
20 long years
And I still ain't harmed
Still ain't harmed
Still ain't harmed
Brand new creps
But worn out garms
I got worn out garms
Live in the city
But I've lived in farms
Lived out far
Far and wide
But more time
Mans on the east side
On the east side
Chilling wit my akh's
Anything gwarn
They got my back
They wanna know the plan
Let 'em know the plan
We got .38's
45's
Glock 17s
And four knives
Black BMW
Rolling round the ends
And you know that's filled
With four guys
Four guys
More guys
Rolling round the ends
Like tour guides
Those of you that are more wise
Better clock not to fuck with those guys
We got .38's
45's
Glock 17s
And four knives
Black BMW
Rolling round the ends
And you know that's filled
With four guys
Four guys
More guys
Rolling round the ends
Like tour guides
Those of you that are more wise
Better clock not to fuck with those guys
We got .38's
45's
Glock 17s
And four knives
Black BMW
Rolling round the ends
And you know that's filled
With four guys
Four guys
More guys
Rolling round the ends
Like tour guides
Those of you that are more wise
Better clock not to fuck with those guys
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Writer(s): Alistair Atzori, Nathan Bramble
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