Ant - Your Mans and Them lyrics

[Murs] Nah, that's that one dude that nobody ask to come through No matter what he does it always comes off rude Excuse my good etiquette But somebody better get this foo' out my face Cause if don't nobody tell him sh** I'mma snatch the b**h and start to wrinkle up his school clothes Imagine if I had to sink my fist into this foo's nose There goes another story, straight to the rumour mill Murs is acting up again, somebody tell this dude to chill [Slug] Hey dog, say dog, what's up with your guy? At the bar acting hard he's a magnet for a busted eye I know you vouch for him, I vouch for you But if they slap the bout it bout it out his mouth What you gonna do? He pa**ed his limitations, testing people's patience An L.A. minute away from dramatization If his confidence expands I don't know if we should back him up Consequence lands upon the man child that's acting up [Hook: Murs & Slug] Hold up, see that pool of vomit that your standing in? Yea that's your mans and them, what's up with your mans and them? Do you hear the squad cars, do you hear the ambulance? Yea that's your mans and them, what's up with your mans and them? Talked all that sh** when he was drunk, now he panickin' Yea that's your mans and them, what's up with your mans and them? Some still can't handle the act of balance And yea that's your mans and them, what's up with your mans and them? [Slug] Hey man I saw your ex-wifey at the bar last night And I don't know if you don't know you better have don't act right She's on her own pace, masterpiece painted face Makes me wonder how them f** me boots stay laced I wouldn't watch her as far as I can cost her Stag a drunk s** toy all that she can offer You oughtta stop her before she finds the hard way Grows another scar, or finds herself in harm's way [Murs] Hey foo', you talk to your little sister? I seen her at the club with the wrong group of misters 6' 4", gang signs, guns up in they waistline I know that's how you used to do it Back in the day, fine But she don't need to grow up with the same type of hard-heads Think she a blood cause her boyfriend's car red Actin' like she hard, miss big bad slap a b**h Think they got her back but to them she just some a** and tits [Hook: Murs & Slug] Hold up, see that pool of vomit that your standing in? Yea that's your mans and them, what's up with your mans and them? Do you hear the squad cars, do you hear the ambulance? Yea that's your mans and them, what's up with your mans and them? Talked all that sh** when he was drunk, now he panickin' Yea that's your mans and them, what's up with your mans and them? Some still can't handle the act of balance And yea that's your mans and them, what's up with your mans and them?