Section Boyz - Section Boyz Fire in the Booth lyrics

**As we know because these are recorded in a BBC studio some things are censored by them because it's "too vulgar" so those parts are noted with a dash (-) SPACED in between the 2 parts that occur before and after it** [Verse 1: Deepee] Boom, buds in the car seat Buds by the gear stick Plus buds came with the nasty Buds for ya dad, buds for your auntie Piff buds in the booth cuz of Charlie Big snub kick booze up a army I flip grub quick food, got a car key I get da gyaldem horny I think I'm Warly I slipped 1s cuh the [?] at arms reach Move from me she is to bossy f** [?] food like [?] With the realest click say they wanna be When a n***a dick now, they used to par me Most these n***as be actors, they [?] n***a rollin green like tractors, I ain't tryna sit up in no handcuffs here, Bob Marley saves so the jakes don't harm me Wishin on a change though In a 1 2 cut 2 plug food focus whippin up a Range Rove' [?] sittin with my wrist on rainbow Like why they gotta hate though Nah, real talk why they gotta hate though 'Course I'm a prick 69 in a brick got ripped so the cues got licked for a 8-hole And it want go fast, I got 8 hoes And it [?] tongue roll fast and a slap, n***a run don't laugh When I clap one Imma unload half On the roads gettin in the hondos fast I [?] amn pack like [?] won't last You ain't puttin no work in man you're unknown, I make a zoobie get burned for a love soul [Verse 2: Inch] You be the problem so you play dirty in the section You ain't from the new gen bro, wha you know about skeng tings I was in the 7 and nobody can tell me 'bout peng tings Bro caught that, you can't tell me 'bout brethrens Man it's not my fault man that gyal up in my mentions Man you want a feature, I'm in the short-list it's endless You don't wanna see me get mad, headbu*t in the chest thought his name was Zidane About piggy in the middle, I ain't no middle man Man ah fist man up Man ah twist man up Man ah beatin up crud Been in the field, knee deep in the mud Can't tell me 'bout this, can't tell me 'bout that I was in the dingdong with things that the whip coulda hack She said it's Mission Impossible, so I have to hit it from the back I got gyal from Upsuh That want come downsuh [?] Man ah get it cheap, man ah [?] Man ah got rhymes no busta Now it's just a movie shoulda won a BAFTA [Verse 3: Swift] Brick of the gra**, smelly like someone farted Flips don't talk, I just realized why are we talking Gyal gimme uck, I do road in the morning Section or nah, you can ask Warly This skeng's black like Michael, but this peng's white like Charlie Man ah like Swift doesn't like you, I don't really see you in parties Let me sip my juice, listenin to talkin the hardest And you can get a kick from my Nike boots And you can get a fist if you talkin How can the brick excite you, lol man ah just laughin Can't be bae but I like you, lol you can be darlin They try, I try hardly They lie don't believe their wallahis Good gyal but she movin naughty Peng peng cattin for my doggies See a Benz, I need a Ferrari Old friends need my number calmly Off ends that's the uckiest party She dead she need starvin Get a pound and that peng stay starvin And if poppy comes through we laughin Do it for my friend you can ask them, and my friends in the bed that do carpet ***For some reason after Sloth makes Sleeks restart this verse after interrupting him, he changes some of the lyrics slightly these will be noted with a slash (/)*** [Verse 4: Sleeks] I even got a brick in my car seat/key Man ah don't tink you, man ah like Rolex movin faulty I get a brick, get a phone, do road, I never got time for the parties But I got time for your auntie Rub dat tryna get dat horny 2 thumbs my hand brake sparky Food done, but text [?] Vacuum pack stuff for the narcy I mean narcotics, man ah/we got Section Boyz in the booth with Charlie I stepped in the booth with my army And that gyal's cute but she horny/thoty And we don't really talk too much, cuh Flipz stepped in with the doggies/barbies That MOBO this year shoutout Stormz and my doggy And if I see the popo switch gear I ain't tryna speak to the sargy I got brick in the car seat When I flood that strip like tsunami Tryna chop that brick like karate Then I go to my bit for punani We do road, do shows with Warly Cop a half then we smoke with the doggies In the - with army Dem man are jokers like Barney Cuh send a young boy up Derby He's got both colors like an artist, shes horny I don't do - that's nasty [Verse 5: Littlez] I see a peng peng holla like oi Face okay, but da back like woi All day ring trap tryna get paid Can't reload, nah dat's no joy Trey got da tre or da sword like Troy Tell a man can't take man for a boy Move like Andy got da live toys Still get a box wit da right like Floyd Man ah boy dem man dem ah beg friend See da Section Boyz yea we set trends Splash Ps wit my bros in da West End Get it back on my own when I touch ends Got her calling me up for da long length Gyal said dey want me n my bredrins Now nuffa dem man dem are hating Cah dey know say dat we soon leff dem In the rental dony I'm swervin Up in a German I ain't from Berlin Screens on man I can't stop for a searchin Got the sword and the stones like Merlin Get it low down for the square I'm circlin I stay certi, dony I'm certain Inch been my bro from way back, tryna touch mic, bro [?] Your Gs they're here like a comb And my Gs ride out on street, 'round here don it's go hard or go home Gettin bands in straight from the telephone Need no help I can do it on my own We run tings, no tings don't run we, man ah run nuff man down on the road [Verse 6: Knine] Still screamin for my n***a cornbread d**h around the corners d**h for the son that make a boy tryna push me Shot his thot but it's big like Tookie Bring my little n***a, jook my friends took him He be crippled and bloody I ain't Crippin and Bloodin It's Section to the blood tryna pick up my cup Put on the mask and the gloves, Insomnia, that's why nan's always up Clapped - up I got Charile and that's soft I get it packin and then it's gone With magic like Harry with a wand The gyal [?] then I'm gone I was the Hit-list, no mask on Bro got the - turn the machine on Get hat and your back and your knees up Head got my hands all freezed up On edge when I'm off that Amnesia The gyal can't chat to me either, pengs got a whole lotta heaters [?] [?] tump up you idiot [Verse 7: Inch] [?] set pace 21 seconds and I banged him in his face 21 seconds, 21 - 21 gyal that man ah give tekkers 21 gyal that uck like peppers 21 mashers, 21 levers That means your dead in 21 seconds like I need more seconds Like 30 more seconds so I can do my ting Flow my ting Man ah never been on no jokeman ting No broke man ting All my life I'll do my ting no wasteman ting Wait, oh what you mean bro? This thirst must can I get a reload? Them man are likkle fish, Finding Nemo Man ah send bullets straight through your key hole I swear down man I takin the P home I'm a fa - not unlike CeeLo I wrote these bars pissed off on a Friday, I guess that I'm Deebo Cause I get angry real quick Try and touch me and I flip that script Never had a German but I'm always on the whip Fly likkle b**h and she flyin tick Run through this - [Verse 8: Deepee] Boom, readies on stand, ready, got grams September I preyed 21 lands Fly in the mornin and the n***a got plans Napped in the hooptie with 21 grams Misfit with my peng friend, with my witness I flipped til I see if anyone lands [?] kicks in my rock, got home then I clocked how many has got sand in em Night box, no [?] just grinds in em Cut holes so the grands got bands in em I know my mans mad cause man did it Ghost spin ghost but I handled it I like a pic on Insta when I stand with it She said she want the third leg so I ran with it [?] amne' I says I don't back spirits, I just went with whoever got a cab fitted I'm mad livid, these n***as are actin, act different, not bad, and they act like they actually are [?] get the feature but actually on Stormz told bro and them that it's actually ours Man it's really ours Shout PD that sound familiar Trey in got the tre but ain't with it dog Put 21 thingys in your silly car, like what you're really on [Verse 9: Sleeks] You know what man's on Long clip big corns like tampon You're a man get your pants on Man ah get - with your bang on I get it in, get that gone As a young G I been pedalin 'til the pack's gone Long pole in the backpack When you hear slap slap Take a man's food that's mad prof Afro in the snapback I never had stacks No Ps just a - Switch back had to gab that When you see the blue lights better know that man's gone Roll round with my cab man He's a bad man, better know what man's on Roll round with the - I'm hopin to grab man, jump out the caby then run off 36 on 4-wheels I need more deals I got pictures [?] Square hidden the car like a black box, but it ain't come hidden in a black [?] You hear toot-toot, your ting jammed up You hear toot-toot, your ting jammed up Run or get banged on, 21 seconds them man are just gangstas On my grind stay gettin gwop From behind n***as get shot All these side-n***as think they're boss 'Til it hard and I watch a hard-n***a turn soft He's a fool, see the dude 'til I leave him in the pool, like 30 burst shot I chase n***as and they runnin in shops I don't rate n***as runnin in shops I stay runnin through gwop like money made, tryna make Ps off a box Amnesia in a box, plus Section Squeeze on the top Only got Gs on my block, when you see me I'm with my squad I'm with K9, that ain't no dog, the ting busty smoke or god Like, gear 6 GT whizz round, what Sport mode, press that down I'm off Feds can't stop me, got a road block Sounds like hundred rounds went off [Verse 10: Swift] All the gyal them lookin man I screw 1 face She f**ed me like she hate me so I kicked her face Where the blonde gyal? She's a super-saiyan Peng peng Dubai or lookin on Spain I'll skeng for my friends, I ain't got no shame You can ask Kryptonite or you can ask Trey Back roads, I don't like the mains When it's drought I feel so down, I need the thousand eighths Lookin for a bookin Imma k** that stage She's lookin for a jookin, I ain't got no blade I'm smokin on Amnesia, I don't like the haze And manaman will squeeze if you speak my brothers' name I'm Section all the time it should be my name If lyin was a crime then rappers would have to do cage Lit my inside so is TK Long time I ain't seen Ty, long time I ain't seen Kane [Verse 11: Littlez] Still tryna get it in, man ah been about way before 21 Peng gyal [?] tongue with the belly ring, bringin up tellin me she wanna get it on Move packs, man ah tryna get the belly in, get the smelly in, ring trap when the selly's on Can't walk in the creps that I'm steppin in, man a veteran, nah, I ain't just anyone Man ah get smoke like a birdie one 22s you be gone in like 21 You screws and we got tools, no rules man ah fix up anyone My little don, me and sideman can't really get along What they really on, cause I'm still hungry, won't stop till it's mils that I'm steppin on Tryna cop a Bentley for my mom Them man are just wet like [?] I'm like Terry[?] Put my shoes on, do the road like a marathon South-side where I'm commin from We run tings won't hate then carry on Lookin like Batman when the [?] on [Verse 12: K9] I got 21 seconds, I got 21 brothers they're all wild and reckless Tryna build up bricks like Tetris Keep you up at the entrance You won't make it to the exit I'm just tryna make bread quick Baggin Lethal B that's a Dench brick My team so straight they can't bend us I'm an all out front, no defenders And the feds tyrna fence us Watch me bounce back like suspensions In that case I got teeth like a dentist Young boy my apprentice Green light, make em start off the engines Don't try and put hands on my friendsdem Hands on a big man with a skengsdem Hands on a big pack I finesse them I got d** in the lab not a chemist Section Boyz bang, but we came from the trenches Big back Dubai that's a peng ting In the 8 with the pies like Wiley, I'm selfish that's pathetic