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On Deck (Remix) [feat. Rv, Kush, Double Lz, Bandokay, Lowkey OFB & Dezzie]
Abra Cadabra
Hip-Hop/Rap
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Abra Cadabra
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abdul Nelson
Songwriter
Rickson Behouden
Songwriter
Tushar Joerawan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rickson Behouden
Producer
Tushar Joerawan
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ay, spin this coupe (Skrr, skrr)
(Rv)
Yo, I don't know nothin' 'bout dark side (Nothing)
Everything lit 'round our side (Lit)
Before gang got a spot in the charts, I had dark and light
Got split like apartheid (No cap)
Man know what I did in my past life (They know)
I wan do up the twos, got too much to lose
So I'm pissed that I can't glide (Pissed)
Nothin' but love for my Farm guys (OFB)
Dingers and heat
Anything the drillers dem need man fund it (True)
**** ain't done shit in the field
Just wanna talk online like a pundit
You got chased, friends got chinged
All 'cause the gang got bored and hunted
Shh got shot in the face, I was in the wing
Put him in a roarer, bu'ned it
[Verse 2]
Have they really got guns? I don't know
Man dance with a pole, where they at? I don't know
I just spun 'round twice with bro
Got a laser beam, tryna take his soul
I got nuff love for my juvies cah they're active
Circle around tryna put him in a fat spliff
O way or no way, it's all tactics
Internet yutes all hype but they catfish
Yo, spin that coupe, who's that?
Bro spin that, he's movin' like Christopher Walken
I just tell a young boy step back
Take deep breaths, akh, cah there ain't no talkin'
Gang jiggy jiggy on deck, when I step with the gang
Ain't none of my goons scared to rise and tan
Jiggy jiggy on deck, when I'm doin' up trap
Still jump out gang on 22 man
[Verse 3]
Ay, spin this coupe (Skrr, skrr)
I just seen somethin'
Shoulda never been in vids and wouldn't seen you
It wouldn't be nothin' (It wouldn't be nothin')
I wan squeeze somethin'
Bad man don't squeeze for nothin'
Bad man don't brandish machine for fun
Man beat big matic and make people run
You ain't ever buss corn, you're a liar (Liar)
None of them pussies are riders (None of them)
All of them tired, sleepin' (Sleepin')
When we pull up in the evenin'
Creepin'
Families grievin'
[Verse 4]
Big 15, man walk with it
Any opp boys gettin' targeted
My Bruce too loose and he ain't got screws
Big .22's, he's barkin' it
Claartin' it
Creepin' on folks with the smoke, hope your bro don't call at him
Snitches and bitches
Broadwater Farm, OFB, we don't harbour it
Tryna catch me a AM with this 410
Who's in our car? No BT & Rendo
Alakazam when the calibre bangs
Chillin' on the L's like death row
Pull up on them man, let go
Five seconds gone, you can still hear the echo
We get, though, from the get-go
Two fat teeth in the smoke like Ghett-o (Bando)
[Verse 5]
Pretty machine, haffa beat
Even if it's ugly, bad man just squeeze it
Clean it
G-lock's loud but the dot-dot's screamin'
Yo, Ramz bored him up with no meaning
Him, Junebug, Izzpot tag teamin'
Donny he got smoke, still breathin'
Caught him offline tryna get out his feelings (Ay)
And if we weren't done by Young Farm
Probably ChatNets, Cuzzy or Bumper
Yo, best run when ya hear these gunshots
Spin this coupe and I bet all the fun stops
When the gun cocks
Jiggy jiggy on deck, jiggy jiggy on deck, she gives dumb ucks
She wan come to the T, she don't go to the L
She wan come to the O where the gun pops
[Verse 6]
I got my brownin in service, she give me stress
So I might fly west, see my west ting now
She don't give me stress, she dey make me feel nice
Jiggy jiggy on deck
Got bare gyal 'round, jiggy jiggy on deck ting
North London, jiggy jiggy on deck ting
East London, jiggy jiggy on deck but I don't ever slip
Got my blicky on kweff
[Verse 7]
Ay, spin this coupe (Skrr, skrr)
I just seen somethin'
Shoulda never been in vids and wouldn't seen you
It wouldn't be nothin' (It wouldn't be nothin')
I wan squeeze somethin'
Bad man don't squeeze for nothin'
Bad man don't brandish machine for fun
Man beat big matic and make people run
You ain't ever buss corn, you're a liar (Liar)
None of them pussies are riders (None of them)
All of them tired, sleepin' (Sleepin')
When we pull up in the evenin'
Creepin'
Families grievin'
[Verse 8]
Every gyal wan mad up fi me
Big brukback, man bruk off for he
Mi juvie dem sick, big rambo pon hip
Dem ready fi rip through yuh best drip
Jiggy jiggy pon deck
Know seh they hold two flicky pon dem
Anywhere mi deh, big ziggy pon deck
Fuck gyal in dem mouth, be wood inna her neck
We nah make talk, we nah make talk, rewind the bloodclaat
Push button start, press out the gas fast
Bill up a spliff and take a two blast
Dem ah inna my lane, dem betta move fast
Ah who dem? Who dem? Reaper, dead dem
Wheel out di yeng yeng
Try take man fi fool, and wussy fool dem
Man rinse off a clip until di clip end
[Verse 9]
Yo, if she come ugly like Betty
I can't big her up, made her walk, how petty
Saw the fed in my block with netty
Crash straight back, gon' swing this machete
Last glide, bro turned him spaghetti
Balaclava, but it came back sweaty
From the Farm, always been ready
Get somethin' touched, keep your elbows steady, ay
Aw, diddy bop, no nuh li-linga
Spilled nuff juice like Marinda
I got faith in my lead, trigger finger
Bu'n man throat like he just ate ginger
Jiggy jiggy on deck, gyal give neck
OFB surely got tekk
And you know man haffi mek
Shit, dem fek
Baby, let's run up a cheque
[Verse 10]
Ay, spin this coupe (Skrr, skrr)
I just seen somethin'
Shoulda never been in vids and wouldn't seen you
It wouldn't be nothin' (It wouldn't be nothin')
I wan squeeze somethin'
Bad man don't squeeze for nothin'
Bad man don't brandish machine for fun
Man beat big matic and make people run
You ain't ever buss corn, you're a liar (Liar)
None of them pussies are riders (None of them)
All of them tired, sleepin' (Sleepin')
When we pull up in the evenin'
Creepin'
Families grievin'
Written by: Abra Cadabra, Rv, Kush, Double Lz, Bandokay, Lowkey OFB, Dezzie
