When I was about ten Ended up robbing all of my school friends For the Pokemon cards, finger skateboards Six years before I ever went pen Five years before I got expelled Four years before I got kicked out Three years before I was a good student Two years before I got missed out of Santa Claus He didn't wanna bring me nuttin' 'Cause I was underprivileged That means now I walk with a complex And trust me I try my best to get rid of this I want more money than you consider rich I was on the roads and I didn't give a shit 'Cause I was taking phones and taking bikes And I swear my niggas was killin' it
[Verse 2: Bugzy Malone] Chillin' with D, blazing weed Sat back watching reservoir dogs Used to sell white and B for a boss Until I licked off like twenty-five Oz That's when I realised we was a gold mine Was only eleven more z's in a box And I was seventeen, fresh outta jail Rollin' with a pedal bike and a dog I p-p-p-paint pictures with words And I paint them like Vincent Van Gogh Still spending money from '08 And I've still not taken the bands off Still got access to the sawn-off Still got more brothers than Warner Still on this music 'ting and I'm still in the gym And I can still hold my corner
[Verse 3: Bugzy Malone] Trust me you don't wanna start drama Cah the roadside gets hot like a sauna And that's why man wear body armour 'Cause it gets political like Obama I was on the bus two years ago With one-hundred-thousand views on flush, pressure Long black raincoat for the bad weather But don't watch that 'cause things get better Now I got the S-Line everything leather Does nought-to-sixty in five-point-seven Bugzy Malone's on a different level Cah' even the whip turns into the devil It's madness, tryna escape from the ghetto That literally is hip hop heavy metal I hear that revenge is sweet But I just hope that it tastes like amaretto
[Verse 4: Bugzy Malone] 'Cause I'm about to get back Anybody that thought I was gonna do another stretch in jail If success tastes like Coca-Cola Then I'll have a large Coke and Amaretto On the rocks or fresh out the bottle You'll never catch me drowning my sorrows Until I got told Dane was in a coma I took more shots than Miguel Cotto The left side of my chest went hollow I went out like the mask of Zorro I made the sky turn red Ran in the crib And then turned into the devil Psht, get over here, whoopie Finish him like subzero Out the window, into the garden Over the fence and straight through the ginnel
[Verse 5: Bugzy Malone] You're soft in the middle like Bueno And talk too much like you're on Jay Leno You've been to the gym for the day And you're already walking around like you're henno I'm Bugzy Malone, the wickedest 'ting since Liberace learned to play the piano I make a jet black boy turn yellow I'm tryna make more notes than Celo
[Outro: Bugzy Malone] It's Bugzy Malone again And I'm home again So I'm zoning in I didn't think I'd see microphone again The booth thrown me out So I kicked off the door like I owned the house Everybody in the room got thrown about Hulk smash, flip the couch Tied the producer to the chair And that's why I got brand new music out
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