LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeGroundwork (With Big Narstie & Papoose)
Coming to ya from the outskirtsI've been waitin' outside for timeBut now they gonna let me inBut you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is winBecause of that groundwork (Yeah)I've been settin' this mic alightUntil the fight takes overMy team build upon many years of groundworkCuban look like yellow yam, points to the 'GramYou know that pound work (Pound work)You know how my sound workMiss the fantastic, I'm a static, make them crowds surfLow ranger, I am always on the outskirtsGrab my forty, start playing forty, fortyIf the demon starts to haunt me (Hahahahahaha)They leave and love itMy cannon said, "Just fuck it"On these fingers that will touch itOn the peak like Warren Buffet, like Norris, I just chuck itThree stars in the moon, flick my wristAnd I just bruk it (I just bruk it)You know my steezYou get the [?] to your belly buttonLike Priest from Dancehall QueenHardcore settings, never been PG[?] easyExtraterrestrial, ET, thousand gramsWeezy connecting people, BT shoeFlew off key, Weezy move for the shadows, creepyLook for the glasses, StevieAnd when the rhythm all easy, light white, easy peasyKnow it's PDL in the [?] , I make a man [?] like [?]Refer to me, King Kunta, king of ZamundaI want the gyal with enormous bunda, yeahI want the gyal with enormous bunda, yeahI want the gyal with enormous bundaComing to ya from the outskirtsI've been waitin' outside for timeBut now they gonna let me inBut you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is winBecause of that groundworkI've been settin' this mic alightUntil the fight takes overAnd they say I told yaComing to ya from the outskirtsI've been waitin' outside for timeBut now they gonna let me inBut you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is winBecause of that groundworkI've been settin' this mic alightUntil the fight takes overAnd they say I told yaI'm out in London, rude boys, top shottas and gun menHalf of bricks, kilos, six deuces and onionsBlack Smith & Wesson, the wooden handle, I'm clutchingSo when I backwood, it's not what you roll your blunts inCame through the door too loud, that's why you sufferingWhen you into calmers, easier to get buzzed inGetaway car with the bad engine come bust inTransportin' traffic and racketeering and smugglin'Remy, get me one more baby just for your husbandLet's put a restaurant in this name like Puff and JustinCrack rock seller, back block dwellerYour jetpack [?] shots but [?] better, uhFlash rocks fresher, mad fly dresserMatch my level with the AV, black Margielas, uhMack cock level, black shots hellaStash box in the dashboard, I stash my cheddarComing to ya from the outskirtsI've been waitin' outside for timeBut now they gonna let me inBut you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is winBecause of that groundworkI've been settin' this mic alightUntil the fight takes overAnd they say I told yaShowin' you what you get from the outskirtsI've been waitin' outside for timeBut now they gonna let me inBut you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is winBecause of that groundworkI've been settin' this mic alightUntil the fight takes overAnd they say I told yaComing to ya from the outskirtsI've been waitin' outside for timeBut now they gonna let me inBut you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is winBecause of that groundworkI've been settin' this mic alightUntil the fight takes overAnd they say I told yaComing to ya from the outskirtsI've been waitin' outside for timeBut now they gonna let me inBut you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is winBecause of that groundworkI've been settin' this mic alightUntil the fight takes overAnd they say I told yaComing to ya from the
LETROU FEATURE
Stage Mode
Large text, automatic scrolling and fullscreen for singing or practice.
FIND ANOTHER SONG
Find a song
Search by title or artist.
SINGER CENTER
Open tools →Train your voice
Breathing, warm-ups, pitch and vocal range.