Da Paint E

Www. hoodtapes. co. uk, the UK's number One mixtape site. Yo, it's Post Eddie, gramdaily. com. Right now, you're listening to Call of Duty Part 2, yeah. I'm always on duty, so it's only right I Got the motherfucking call. Shout out to my nigga Des, yeah. Like. They say I'm hard in the paint. Uh, Got hard in my hood, come and ask For an eighth. Come and ask. And my young G's are stars in the paint. Shoot. Come around with the star and ask for Your chain. Take your dar. I kept my arse in the game. Uh. Same time I kept my arse on the Cane. You get it. And if you ask me, these artists are lame. Why is that? 'Cause they put the guala after The fame. Huh. I kicked in the door, Had to barge in my name. Jimmy. I picked up the pads, now I'm in Charge of the game. Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot. You see my dargs make It rain. But I'm the fireman, so now I'm Starting the flames. I broke down some hard bits, I passed them Some beige. Yeah. I risked my young life in Some dark alleyways. Yeah. Is this the fucking face I get? So pardon when I say. Now I just wanna rap, little darg, I found Another way. Now say your. Button up in my straight jeans. Uh. Was the dress code when I went to Date fiends. Date fiends. Oh yeah, we used to move that straight green. Left Class C and found yay, now we the A-Team. A. They say I'm hard in the paint. Uh, uh. Got hard in my hood, come and Ask for an eighth. And my young G's are stars in the paint. Shoot. Come around with the star and ask for Your chain. Take your dar. I kept my arse in the game. Uh. Same time I kept my arse on the Cane. You get it. And if you ask me, these artists are lame. Why is that? Because they put the guala after The fame. Now me say your. So if you are, know the rules. Yeah. I'm from an old class and you ain't Part of the school. Uh-uh. So don't ask me why my classmates are Cruel. Might just pop 'round and blast off the Tool. Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta. Now you got your darg in a pool. Shoot, 'Cause he didn't wanna pass him the jewels. Yeah. from an era where the targs march in They twos. True, true. Religion jeans smooth and Their glasses is cool. Woo-woo. You can't take Harsh for a fool. No way. 'Cause you could get it in your Arse like a mule. No, I told you that you should've stayed your Arse in the school. But. Instead of that, you'd rather feel the blast Of the boom. Shoot, shoot, shoot, They say I'm hard in the Paint. Uh, uh. Got hard in my hood, come And ask for an eighth. And my young G's are stars in the paint. Shoot. Come around with the star and ask for Your chain. Take your dar. I kept my arse in the game. Uh. Same time I kept my arse on the Cane. You get it. And if you ask me, these artists lame. Why is that? Because they put the guala after The fame.