E.T

[Hook: Kano] I put on for my city like Jeezy If you ain't from here, go home, E.T Certain man don't rep the city right Leave the boy alone I'm just living life So you can tell Westwood, bomb it MistaJam wheel it Target gunshot it up like sniper Make the whole crowd flash lighter And niggas going spaz again [Verse 1: Kano] I tell them Pussy I'm the realist Three-stripe Adidas Don’t make me take it old skool on some RUN DMC shit Pum pum, yeah nigga beat it So wet make nigga a sea sick Champion never been defeated Money ain't a thang Jay Z can appreciate [Hook] [Verse 2: Kano] Everybody's like take em back to 95 Fuck that take em back to 99 1 year prior till I rhymed the mic Original but everyone Wiley-fied And I was on the hypest hype Tempa T...ARMS Beats... BOMBS Eskimo...DANCE De-Ja, Storming, Sharky Major Akademiks tracksuit, shiny green Pradas But trust me nobody harder nobody faster nobody smarter Nobody fucking with the master flow didada nobody but carter And who gotta beats pon hard drive Mikey bingo tell a man gala Cause, them a just see money man an old school baller, Carlton Palmer [Hook] [Verse 3: Wiley] Brain usage slow thinkers, amongst the fastest I’m elusive, but I’m here amongst the masters Sweet tooth so firstly I'll be munching afters I do it full hearted, I ain’t down with halfers You will lose your soul tryna copy artists This ain't 2-4, so they the ain't the hardest Them spitters are like furniture, they might need a varnish Some are like salad without the garnish I ain't gonna hoist them up like a harness Leave em down I’m a G, star, what am I gonna feed em now (Why?) Said they were cool before I said no then, I don’t believe em now, wanna talk like there’s a new G in town I told em I see the c in clown But I sure can't see a new G in town And a whole decade of music consistent That’s why I put the “c” in crown (crown) I put the “c” in crown Wanna test? Then you’ll see me around No soundboy can test wid da barrin' When I’m on a track no breezin around (around) Still got a better street value, like 3Gs of the brown Music is my first girl, but she don’t mind when I’m sleepin' around [Verse 4: Wretch 32] I remember when he had crackers, bulla bread And mummy had to scrape cheddar Now in December, I can make it mayweather I tell her take a cheap shot like mayweather And I ain't a cheap shot at mayweather I told her bend down, I'm a straight fella See I can get serious but I play better You know me, I put on for my city Cause they throw me dirty money and I turn it to Diddy Clean as a whistle Blowing through the ends Traktor just bought wretch a Mercedes Benz This verse ain't a threat I'm ready for anything This year I've been nominated for everything Hence why I ain't giving out no wedding rings You married music, nigga, I'm selling it Now I take better trips I'm on the beach with an ice cream seeing jellyfish [Verse 5: Scorcher] I put on for my pussy-clart city No pussy can't see me All these man are mini-me's No pussy can't be me Why? I rep my city right Rest In Peace, Mike, carr, it's fucking Thriller time Popping bottles like it's mother fucking Miller time I don't chase bitches, I just get my lizzie right My niggas really ride I'm from a part of the city where there's a million crimes Some of my dogs, them are killers but I'm just living life P-manamanamana Sit up on da riddim, I ride the words, yeah When I'm on the fly then all the girls come I'm old school jungle-ist Roll with all the hustlers I'm just here for music but They just want the customers Yeah And I'm way too boasie, carr My chain is a Dolci And your babe says she knows me I'm all about the boxers Call me Shane Mosley Scorcher couz, you're spazzin' out (kano) K, tell 'em ??? [Hook] 'Ey yo Kan' Oi tell 'em Oi tell 'em Oi tell 'em leave it to the big boys Yo, you know, I'm talking like nine out of ten flows are nothing I mean nothing Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow