Gangsta Boogie - Chase & Status, Knytro

Gangsta Boogie, in my all black hoodie

Real recognise real, all fakes are buried

In the cemetery, cause if you shake like jelly

You ain’t gonna be ready, so Boop like Betty

Cold truth for ya yellow belly, cus you scared

Butterflies flapping in your eyes, that’s you dead

Now you living in a killer’s mind

No loose ends that’s a nuisance

No body no crime from the start line

The greatest Al Capone of our time

You keep running and I’ll show up where you might hide

Decide now if wanna be a knight rider

Or lights out rapture that ass like a mobster

Tight crowd full of veterans who played contra

And I doubt that’ll ever tell you that you harder

Mind out cowboy wanna lose ya partner this my house gangsta

Headphones strapped to skull cap

Head gone feeling like King Kong giving Jessica Lange back

I’m feeling all that Kenan way before the claps

If Kel was here he’d hand me the orange soda cap, why?

Can’t lie yo I’m live as the vinyl spinning double time around the vibe so you

might lose ya mind yo

Look around like where’d the time go?

Guess our father brought an onslaught of another aura to make ya mind go

staccato

Strings of heart compose straight classics for kings of art

So if you’re thinking that you’re that sick I think you’re not

I’m Mr. Rooney kicking hatricks

To class this you’d have to flip the game backwards

Just like Nas did, the first is the last kids

As if you could match this

You could try to light my fire but my water’s earth and wind