Central Cee – LA Leakers Freestyle

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They think I’m the one that can bridge the gap, huhI came to L.A to work, but first, where the bitches at?They’re tellin’ me TAO or The Highlight RoomIf you wanna go through, you gotta bring the strap (okay)No way could I trust these hoes (yeah)I’m taking their phone if we bring them backI don’t wanna get done like, nahThey don’t understand, I’m giving them U.K. SlangMy brudda, my fam’, my akhYou say, “The feds just done a sweep”, we say, “The boy dem run in my gaf”You say, “On God, no cap”, we say, “Swear on your life, don’t gass”You say, “Spin the block”, we say, “Jump out and slide and crash”You call it “machine”, we call it a “mash”Strip club and they’re shakin’ assBut in my words, they’re shakin’ nyashWe don’t trap in abandoned buildingsShots get hit out of vacant flatsIn other words, “apartments”, hidden compartments get detachedFree all the members that got baggedYou say, “What’s up? ” We say, “Wah gwan?”Got shotguns from a farmWe don’t eat pork, we say, “It’s haram”You call her “shawty”, we call her “jawn”Sexy gyal and we call them “leng”Back then we would call them “peng”Bare words that we got for gunsLike “saps”, and “skengs”You call them “J’s”, we call them “Cats”There’s not much crystal methMy hoods got junkies hooked on crack (woo)Flick knives, we call them “nanks”Zombie killers, we call them “ZK’s”Rambo knives by the name of “rams”We say, “cash, Ps, racks, Gs”, we don’t really them bandsIn L.A, it’s Escalade’s, in the ends, it’s Mercedes VansWatch my back, I’m paranoidThat’s what I mean when I say, that I’m “prang”Clench my fist and I fist bump manAnti-social, I don’t shake much hands, huhWell, it depends, you say, “the trenches”, we say, “the ends”You say, “y’all”, we say, “you lot”You say, “restroom”, we say, “toilet”We do have guns but they might be-So man pull it apart and oil itIf a man violate, say, “a man boyed it”Live Yours ain’t a gang, can’t join itWe both whip crack the same, we fill up the Pyrex pot and boil itIn London, I’m verified, in N.Y, I’m valid (mmh)Twelve hours away, I’m M.I.aI can pull up on DJ KhaledIt’s only an hour away from the ends, that’s why I spend time in ParisIf I pull up on Saturday night, I ain’t come here to talk, this ain’t Jimmy Fallon(Ah, yeah)I just pulled up with a chick, bro said that he hit, I’m a bit embarrassed, huhAll she’s gettin’ is dick and Chick-Fil-A, we ain’t eatin’ salmonI might hit one time and vanish, I got unlimited funds on the AmexOne day I’m on the block in London, next day, I’m chillin’ in the sun on a hammock, huhControversy sells, I said, “How can I-, my- is-“And it flew off the shelfThinkin’ should I go with a label, I stay independent and do it myselfSat down with a boss and said, “I ain’t signed, but, bro, I ain’t new to deals, ” uhStood outside of the night club, try make the trap line kick like a Flight ClubAll of my drip from Rodeo Drive, ain’t none of this shit from China, uhI don’t want Nobu, I need me a yard food, so I’m in InglewoodDawg dem-My dawg dem serve like WimbledonMy dawg dem smart like BeethovenI’m from where the Jack Boys activeFam, don’t sleep with your window openHoes gon’ line man up and get a commissionBack shot give a gyal whip lashHit that, impact like a collisionI don’t care if I’m givin’ the loTell Rubi Rose that I’m in the Edition