21 Ounces

[Verse 1] I need to shift this draw quick as fuck Flip the cash and take my cut It's really powerful, it's so strong But I'm selling it fast and it's nearly all gone I'll sell you a nine-bar or just the ounce I'll sell you little bits or large amounts Adam Hussein, remember me? Selling the draw from my Capri Want some draw? With me you'll score Cos I grows this shit out o' my nan's back door Bongs, bingers, blow buckets I sell ounces to schoolkids but I don't care, fuck it Get it on tick, but make it quick I just got a load of wicked Thai stick Party's going down, I'll bring the brown Tonight it's going off in Newport town [Hook] I've got 21 ounces of blow I've got 21 ounces of blow So if you want some let me know 'Cos I've really gotta go I've got 21 ounces of blow, blow, blow [Verse 2] People watch me like Match of the Day I've got a stack of weed like a bale of hay I drive my Capri like Colin Mcrae And I've got to drop some weed off in Alwa I've got really good scales and my deals are proper The price is wicked too, just like Happy Shopper I sells the best skunk, you can tell by the smell I'll also sell you fags and rizlas as well Oi clarts! Don't fucking start Or I'll whip you with my chain, and it'll fucking smart Weeds green like a frog My brown'll make you shake like a shitting dog Ten or twenty, I got plenty I'm still selling draw down Pilgweny Getting laid, not getting played Don't give a fuck as long as I get paid [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm driving, feeling sane 'Cos the boot's rammed with Mary Jane That's right! It's Benny Blanco Selling the speed and the blow out of my car 'Cos that's how it's done Pigs bust me twice so they got me on the run Adam Hussein, I'm fucking GLC 'cos if you want the THC, come see me There's a new dance, going on In Newport, it's called the funky bong You wiggle your hips and start to show off Breathe in and out and then you cough You can only do it when your smoking a cone You can do it with your mates or all alone Right to the left, left to the right GLC are the fucking bomb, alright? [Interlude] [Verse 4] I've got speed, whatever you need 'cos I've always got a big bag of weed My shit ain't bunk I sell skunk out of my low ride Capri's trunk Wanna gurn? You better learn Your missus'll get free pills burping my worm She's on all fours Wouldn't touch her with yours 'Cos she looks like a Wookie out of fucking Star Wars [Hook] [Outro]