Fekky - Still Sittin' Here (All-Star Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Fekky] I'm just sitting here Doing what I do (shut up) Smoking on a big fat zoot I heard they wanna make a move (come on den) You must be blood I've got that ting and it goes bang Bu bu bang bang bang Bu bu bang bang bang [Verse 1: Meridian Dan] Cause I'm sitting here, fam, where you sitting? There's no way that I can stop spitting On my downfall man keep wishing And I don't wanna make any man go missing I'm still sitting here Doing what I do Can't catch me on the high roads tripping Rudeboy ting, I'm German Whipping [Verse 2: Tempa T] Provoking the war, provoking the war But when it gets peak, they don't really want beef Man wanna set up on street with his nine When he gets slapped, he's calling police They ain't making no noise "I was just sittin' here", not gonna take that They ain't making no noise When I boy off the ting, boy boy boy boy boy boy They ain't making no noise (BOY!) They ain't making no noise (BOY!) They ain't making no noise [Verse 3: Skepta] I've been sitting here before my name was Skepta Before I got signed to the label Man said they're still sitting here Them man must be sitting on a different table Any song that I'm on, that bangs And my bars kick just like Liu Kang Anytime you see the king's crown on my head Look with your eyes and not with your hands [Verse 4: Jammer] Tell a p**yhole I'm on a million Been doing this since Palace Pavilion Sets with Eskiboy and Dizzee on D Double E, Kano on the sticky joint Tell 'em reload den da da diddy ba Because the mandem are murking Me and my Gs and we're out here doing this ting Still sitting here, everything's live O [Verse 5: D Double E] Oh my Bluku bluku Ain't got time for law and order This all clear and follow my order Lick a man down and then cross the border All my man dem are well out of order All my man dem are ill and gully Body get left at the bottom of the gully Man will get wrapped up like mummy Even mami [Hook: Fekky] I'm just sitting here Doing what I do (shut up) Smoking on a big fat zoot I heard they wanna make a move (come on den) You must be blood I've got that ting and it goes bang Bu bu bang bang bang Bu bu bang bang bang [Verse 6: Jme] Man's sitting in the exact same seat That I sat in when I said "shut ya mout" In '06, when I touch mic They're like "oh sh**", raw You can't make Ps if you spit so poor Like bare dead MCs back in '04 Where are they now? Ask Terminator "They're not around no more" [Verse 7: Chip] Yeah, they're not around no more They're clapped off, no round of applause Everybody gets runs in the game I don't know how to hate, let a n***a have yours It's a new day, I'm in a new place Can't win today's race with yesterday's awards You don't really want Chipmunk back on this ting I'll smash my plaques on the floor Like 'f** the fame' Take note, you can't keep the change k** man off in like 16 Fool like that for your numbers game, oi, what you saying? You ain't been the grime scene saviour or the Boy In Da Corner So what do you call it, what do we call ya? Sittin' here on the "Sittin' Here" remix though I'm getting back to the lab, Frisco [Verse 8: Frisco] I'm untrue like ya dun know Man have upped the ting dem by the tonne-load No roadrunner but I run road, I'm just sittin' here n***as don't wanna get silly here Me, I'm out here like a traffic warden Moncler top with the matching Jordans For boredom I k** MCs for media You man give me joke like an Inbetweener [Verse 9: Tinchy Stryder] Yo Fekky, I need more I need more than an eight, give me eight more I'm like an automatic gun with rounds While dem man are jamming like a rebore In fact, I'm a liar, the king eight-liner From tings in boots to the gun fingers To the Stryder, Stryder, who's that Stryder? Spray ill, sick as saliva [Verse 10: Kano] f** your Prada and Margiela I'm old school like sarsaparilla Gucci loafers with no socks No typo but that's mark error I break down features, a bar legend Pissing on beats, I'll R Kell-em In MC terms, I'm R9 But hold tight to all of them R7s [Hook 2: Fekky & Kano] I'm just sitting here In your b**h's Mini Coop' She's sitting on this big bamboo Rolled up on her BF like "fam" You must be blood I've got that ting and it goes bang Bu bu bang bang bang Bu bu bang bang bang [Verse 11: Kano] My new flow You might see my face on the television Or in a bait rave with Ace bottles spinning And I came with my A game, no date but it's dinner Fekky gave me an eight and I ate up the riddim