3 Piece Meal

Yeah
One two
Yo
One double-oh real, three piece meal
Give man a shoutout, give man a wheel
I don’t want a album, I don’t want a deal
But I got bars bigger than Shaq O’Neal
Robot dance in ya' rave like Neal
Checked shirt looking all navy like SEAL
But he didn’t wanna listen and he didn’t wanna care so I left that brer
somewhere in a field
Left that boy in the gutter in 'Diff
Been spitting bars since man had a quiff
No emcee for a Gucci bag, that’s mad when they ain’t got a fag for a spliff
I be getting up 6:00 AM, Hi-Viz hardhat what you know about shift?
And I gotta go do radio soon but I can’t get there 'cause I ain’t got a lift
One double-oh real, three piece meal
Give man a shoutout, give man a wheel
I don’t want a album, I don’t want a deal
But I got bars bigger than Shaq O’Neal
I’m squeezing the mic so hard so the next emcee knows that I need longer
Don’t want a dotcom for my Wonga
Tryna get a queue on my shoulder like a conga
Work it make it do it makes us harder better, gotta go stronger
Uh, can’t call me a plonker, if you do charlie then you’re a Wonka
Command and conquer, wait till I got the plans in place
I’ll throw 20 grand in ya' face, then I’m gonna smoke till I land in space
And my prick leave man with a rancid taste
Got a good girl with a bad bitch face
Might see me in Cardiff Airport, 25 kilograms in my case
One double-oh real, three piece meal
Give man a shoutout, give man a wheel
I don’t want a album, I don’t want a deal
But I got bars bigger than Shaq O’Neal
Signed up to PlentyOfFish 'cause no girls were looking at you and your mates
After you done a selfie with the weights, you gotta go to your mum’s house and
wash up the plates
Had so many stars in school, he could name all the states
When he gets horny his girl inflates
Real girls telling you on your skates
But, I like your sister and her friends
I’ll make your sister one of my friends
Go on then, she can bring three of her friends
I’ll bring three of my friends
But not no boring friends, tell her bring some well-known slags from the ends
I roll spliff, she holds length and the only spitting she does is phlegm
One double-oh real, three piece meal
Give man a shoutout, give man a wheel
I don’t want a album, I don’t want a deal
But I got bars bigger than Shaq O’Neal
Mix and blend, I been about since mix and blend
When a emcee said to a DJ «Yo, DJ start coming with the mix and blend»
Mix and blend, I been about since mix and blend
When a emcee said to a DJ «Yo, DJ start coming with the mix and mix and blend»
It’s Locs
Oh my, oh my, oh my