More Fire Crew – Oi! lyrics

Talking*for about 45 seconds Oi*

who's that boy Lethal B Oi
who's that boy Lethal B Oi
who's that boy Lethal B The
one who rides bikes And
just don't give a D We're
like uh oh there's, that boy Lethal B Uh
oh there's, that boy Lethal B Uh
oh there's, that boy Lethal B Draw
bare girls draw bare beanie Hey
boy what's, the case I can tell by your face When
you're in the wrong place When
you're in the wrong game And
your rhymes are lame And
you sound all the same All
I want to do is make money and claim Girls
wanna go on like a little hotshot Your
man's a top-shotter And
so what nowadays no-one really cares What
man you got it's the year 2/1 Anyone
can get pop I'm off the hook this year Gettin
mad money off the lyrics this year When
I enter the room bare man dem will stare Look
at that boy he thinks he's a top br'er Nowadays
you know they don't really care When
I go rave I don't go br'er I
draw bare girls draw bare number Hey
what did you say Be
careful yeah bare, thugs in here Oi

who's that O to the Z Oi
who's that O to the Z Oi
who's that O to the Z Another
bad man inside the party Like
uh oh who's, that O to the Zs Uh
oh who's, that O to the Zs Uh
oh who's, that O to the Zs My
lyrics so chilly they leave a cool breeze Hold
the mic and I'll flex I'm
a lyrical architect O, to Z on Set
step on the mic nuff thugs get vex When
I girls I use the Durex What
next I rock the Club Rex like Aztecs What
venues next bop straight through with my Avirex Girls
wanna breed and go on like skets to More Fire Crew Punker
send threats Burn
them with lighter when they chat wet Lyrics
them crunch like a cornet Watch
us rip up the set I bet O
to the Z to the Z I, to the E Ozzie, B Step
'pon the mic to get them lively Rip
up the vibe with the mc Oi

who's that N double E Oi
who's that N double E Oi
who's that N double E The
one with the thugged out mentality Like
uh oh there's, that N double E Uh
oh there's, that N double E Uh
oh there's, that N double E Born
in the ghetto and I don't give a D Understand
check out the dangarganany Man
this any man in my gang get banged in the jaw Forehand
backhand lyrics, them are flowin As
if they were quicksand Rockin
wannabies like the Wu-Tang Clan man Them
wanna playa - hate us cause we're nang Monitor
our lyrics and runnin bare scam See
man on road and you wanna get prang Don't
question if I've got a 9 milli Forget
the zoots and blaze on a philly If
you really wanna see a n anusget silly You
can hold a big one straight to your belly Everybody
wanna know what be the dilly How
come More Fire flex so jiggy Don't
ever take us for no hillbilly Us
man are hot while the rest are chilly (are chilly are chilly chilly chiily) They
really think we don't know what they're sayin You
know Man
they're sayin we're not worth anything Man
them sayin were not worth 50 pounds The
tables will turn man the tables will turn Players
man 1-1
2-2 fuzzy don't s wankrat tat tat tat My
tap bust and bless you 1-2
1-2 Neeko ah pass through Cardiac
arrest will send A
boy 'pon a curfew 3-3
4-4 5-5 6-6 how you gonna catch me When
I'm on my are-66 Ridin
through the rain and the snow cold Blitz
blitz 'bout to go link a girl And
suck off her t tits Oi***

who's that More Fire Crew Oi
who's that More Fire Crew Oi
who's that More Fire Crew Say
what you wanna say Do
what you do now Like
uh oh we're that More Fire Crew Uh
oh we're that More Fire Crew Uh
oh we're that More Fire Crew With
lyrics round you You're
'bout to get slew