The Old Estate - Pete & Bas/M24.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Pete & Bas/M24
[00:00.177] 作曲 : Pete & Bas/M24
[00:00.355][Intro: Pete]
[00:01.677]Yeah you know me son
[00:02.740]You know my face, you know my name
[00:07.292]The packs got sold
[00:09.695]And I got more than paid
[00:15.349]Yeah you know me son
[00:16.152]You know my face, you know my name
[00:18.841]I came from nothing
[00:19.923]Now the whip's got custom plates
[00:22.084]The packs got sold
[00:23.413]And I got more than paid
[00:24.994]Still living on the old estate
[00:26.079]Had to lie low to avoid them jakes
[00:27.679]
[00:27.947][Verse 1: M24]
[00:28.213]Still living on the old estate
[00:29.583]Even though it’s hot
[00:31.186]Not for the opps
[00:33.322]I’m talking the ****ing cops (Jakes)
[00:34.948]Local shots, I did it all bait at their local shops
[00:38.442]Main Brix, hid a thing on my waist
[00:39.774]What you know about a local bop
[00:41.668]Are you widdit or not
[00:43.555]I did it, skidded I’m off
[00:45.410]In the trap making prof off charlie
[00:46.730]Now I’m in the booth like Charlie Sloth (fire in the booth)
[00:48.861]I got my Rollie on, take that Carti off
[00:51.822]She gave me sloppy slop, she a narty thot
[00:53.695]When I let that bang, it ain’t a party pop
[00:55.045]Yeah they know my face
[00:56.926]They know my name, they know my spot
[00:58.818]Yeah they know where we hang
[01:00.431]But they don’t circle that block
[01:02.046]Cah they know what’s good for their health
[01:04.449]They don’t wanna end up lost
[01:05.806]I gotta stay working, working
[01:07.421]Cah I don’t wanna end up lost
[01:09.035]The packs got sold
[01:10.637]Then I got more than paid
[01:12.526]Dragon pull off the L
[01:14.143]You know I got more than waved (High as ****)
[01:16.013]Shave shave, swing it
[01:18.732]Tryna ching it
[01:19.523]Approach with caution
[01:21.108]Cause you might just end up swimming
[01:22.177]
[01:22.427][Verse 2: Pete]
[01:22.989]Look, (come on then) The old boys winning
[01:24.606]He’s giving lip then I might just chin him
[01:26.205]Grab the wheel then the axel's spinning
[01:27.808]I've been in this game from my hairline thinning (it ain’t no joke)
[01:29.710]Countless drillings
[01:31.315]Blood's still thicker but the drink keeps spilling (yeah)
[01:33.194]Pouring a pint on a Friday night, we're them old school villains (oh yeahhh)
[01:36.411]Couple yanks tried biting the UK style but that’s fine, it’s blessed
[01:40.149]I can’t dodge no bullets, I wrap my chest in a Kevlar vest (yeah)
[01:43.644]Got an arsenal down in south, got a pig farm out in west
[01:46.867]So just drop one text, fly down the M25 no stress
[01:50.639]Yeah you know me son, you know my face, you know my status (You know my status)
[01:54.141]So just shut your mouth before I put your face on the front of the papers (Yeah)
[01:57.366]You got my number
[01:58.981]I've got the deals and I've got them flavours (Nice)
[02:01.128]Got a grow next door
[02:02.192]You know I ain’t got no neighbours (Nah)
[02:04.367]I’m a local hero
[02:05.702]And I’m talk of the town
[02:07.850]And I’m known to the gavvers
[02:09.198]And they’ve been poking around
[02:11.078]Had to ditch that phone and I chucked that bing in the back of the Rover
[02:14.318]Never pulled over, foot flat down and I can’t drive straight 'cos I ain’t that sober
[02:17.532]
[02:17.800][Verse 3: Bas]
[02:18.066]I’m a lovely geeza
[02:19.949]But I’m a violent man
[02:21.856]I cook rocks in pots
[02:23.745]And smash eggs with pans
[02:25.092]Knock knock, who’s there
[02:26.445]I came to kick your front door down
[02:28.330]I go Jackie Chan
[02:29.665]Ping pang pow, I laid a man down
[02:31.814]Working the block like clockwork
[02:32.893]Out in the sticks with dust in a pot
[02:34.501]Like Gordon ram in a car
[02:35.575]That’s another man rolled in a fag
[02:36.922]Got smoked
[02:37.466]I’m moving reckless
[02:38.291]Grab that man by the necklace
[02:39.616]Phone got robbed for the line
[02:40.708](Hello)
[02:41.501]Texting his number, like look call this one next time
[02:44.458]I came from dirt and it all got dirty
[02:46.859]30s 2 2s and 4 4s
[02:47.662]Make cash in a burnt out box in Brixton
[02:49.265]And I made big but I still want more
[02:51.145]More time on the roadside meant more moolah
[02:53.572]How could a man just let that go
[02:55.452]Put in the work and the packs got sold on a mobile phone
[02:57.576]Get rolled in a fag, get poured in a pint
[02:59.443]Get sent back home in a black bin bag
[03:01.305]Coulda just left it, Coulda went walkies
[03:03.183]But big Bas brought 2 toe tags
[03:04.808]Both hands on her back when I smash it
[03:07.224]We don’t make love we make magic
[03:09.092]She was speaking Spanish
[03:10.439]Got me singing love songs in traffic
[03:11.774]
[03:12.043][Outro: Pete]
[03:13.134]Yeah you know me son
[03:14.213]You know my face, you know my name
[03:16.345]I came from nothing
[03:17.671]Now the whip's got custom plates
[03:20.088]The packs got sold
[03:20.889]And I got more than paid
[03:23.044]Still living on the old estate
[03:24.383]Had to lie low to avoid them jakes
文本歌词
作词 : Pete & Bas/M24
作曲 : Pete & Bas/M24
Yeah you know me son
You know my face, you know my name
The packs got sold
And I got more than paid
Yeah you know me son
You know my face, you know my name
I came from nothing
Now the whip's got custom plates
The packs got sold
And I got more than paid
Still living on the old estate
Had to lie low to avoid them jakes

Still living on the old estate
Even though it’s hot
Not for the opps
I’m talking the ****ing cops (Jakes)
Local shots, I did it all bait at their local shops
Main Brix, hid a thing on my waist
What you know about a local bop
Are you widdit or not
I did it, skidded I’m off
In the trap making prof off charlie
Now I’m in the booth like Charlie Sloth (fire in the booth)
I got my Rollie on, take that Carti off
She gave me sloppy slop, she a narty thot
When I let that bang, it ain’t a party pop
Yeah they know my face
They know my name, they know my spot
Yeah they know where we hang
But they don’t circle that block
Cah they know what’s good for their health
They don’t wanna end up lost
I gotta stay working, working
Cah I don’t wanna end up lost
The packs got sold
Then I got more than paid
Dragon pull off the L
You know I got more than waved (High as ****)
Shave shave, swing it
Tryna ching it
Approach with caution
Cause you might just end up swimming

Look, (come on then) The old boys winning
He’s giving lip then I might just chin him
Grab the wheel then the axel's spinning
I've been in this game from my hairline thinning (it ain’t no joke)
Countless drillings
Blood's still thicker but the drink keeps spilling (yeah)
Pouring a pint on a Friday night, we're them old school villains (oh yeahhh)
Couple yanks tried biting the UK style but that’s fine, it’s blessed
I can’t dodge no bullets, I wrap my chest in a Kevlar vest (yeah)
Got an arsenal down in south, got a pig farm out in west
So just drop one text, fly down the M25 no stress
Yeah you know me son, you know my face, you know my status (You know my status)
So just shut your mouth before I put your face on the front of the papers (Yeah)
You got my number
I've got the deals and I've got them flavours (Nice)
Got a grow next door
You know I ain’t got no neighbours (Nah)
I’m a local hero
And I’m talk of the town
And I’m known to the gavvers
And they’ve been poking around
Had to ditch that phone and I chucked that bing in the back of the Rover
Never pulled over, foot flat down and I can’t drive straight 'cos I ain’t that sober

I’m a lovely geeza
But I’m a violent man
I cook rocks in pots
And smash eggs with pans
Knock knock, who’s there
I came to kick your front door down
I go Jackie Chan
Ping pang pow, I laid a man down
Working the block like clockwork
Out in the sticks with dust in a pot
Like Gordon ram in a car
That’s another man rolled in a fag
Got smoked
I’m moving reckless
Grab that man by the necklace
Phone got robbed for the line
(Hello)
Texting his number, like look call this one next time
I came from dirt and it all got dirty
30s 2 2s and 4 4s
Make cash in a burnt out box in Brixton
And I made big but I still want more
More time on the roadside meant more moolah
How could a man just let that go
Put in the work and the packs got sold on a mobile phone
Get rolled in a fag, get poured in a pint
Get sent back home in a black bin bag
Coulda just left it, Coulda went walkies
But big Bas brought 2 toe tags
Both hands on her back when I smash it
We don’t make love we make magic
She was speaking Spanish
Got me singing love songs in traffic

Yeah you know me son
You know my face, you know my name
I came from nothing
Now the whip's got custom plates
The packs got sold
And I got more than paid
Still living on the old estate
Had to lie low to avoid them jakes