London 2 Manny

[Intro - Frenzo]
Harami
Rami
Hijack Hood, you dun know the ting
London 2 Manny, yo

[Verse 1 - Frenzo]
She wants to know about Frenzy the Farmer
I said my body count coming like Gaza
I said my body count coming like Palestine
We get the hotties out and we've got the maddest shine
How much food can we hide in this drum?
My brudda just went jail, he had five in his bum
Fuck the feds, they ain't finding this gun
Your baby mum's still riding this lunn, yo
She came with a friend and she's naughty too
Tracksuit on smoking 42
Holla Hijack Hood, fam he bought me through
I said bring me one, fam he bought me two, yo
My akhi's got the fast ting
The only time we're not doing dirt is when we're fasting
Me and my bruddas getting dumb guap
We've got AK's, we used to have wamp-offs

[Hook]
From London 2 Manny we get tonnes of the Cali
And you know we're shotting them when we're up in Nottingham
Serving up the addicts, Birmingham and back it
Swerving in the traffic, burn it then I wrap it
When I'm in Derby, no less than a half-key
If I'm in Bradford, I'm licking out a chaabi
When we're in Ealing, I'll tell you 'bout the meaning
Me and my Pakis, we're stacking high up to the ceiling

[Verse 2 - Hijack Hood]
London 2 Manny
We've got the dog, my G down South's got the Cali
Light them fat spliffs up
Strapped like a bra in case it goes tits up
Cali weed and [?] has got that shit tucked
This is who we are, you can get your shit took
We're not the type to give the warning shots
Standing outside corner shops
Hijack and Harami
Like a fat zoot after mutton biryani
Making waves like a tsunami
Fingers turning green but life is going white like Charlie
Every time I breathe Paki's got the B like Cardi
We're the real thing like pakoras, not the onion bhajis
Shout out to all my goras who are white like the chaabi
We snap rocks and then we break our teeth
We do it for the block and hit the streets
Dirty and corrupt like PK politics
They never knew the .38 took hollow tips

[Hook]
From London 2 Manny we get tonnes of the Cali
And you know we're shotting them when we're up in Nottingham
Serving up the addicts, Birmingham and back it
Swerving in the traffic, burn it then I wrap it
When I'm in Derby, no less than a half-key
If I'm in Bradford, I'm licking out a chaabi
When we're in Ealing, I'll tell you 'bout the meaning
Me and my Pakis, we're stacking high up to the ceiling, yo