Vents - Double Dutch lyrics

[Verse 1: Sesta] Nowadays Everybody f**ing with Sest Only reason cos he probly the best (well now I'm f**ing with ya) He ain't sh** and he ain't rich The heathen in black that's keen on a drink and you better give it to him Security saying "leave with your mess" It's funny the sh** you do when you're needing to piss ("Piss off, alright?") I need to leave in a hurry "I like the track you do about the ladies s** in they tummies" Rhymes ain't sh**, dig the chorus Now which Oar is you? Step in the pit for us Course I will (course ya will!) With a grin (with a grin!) But the questions, are looming in Feeling piss poor in the morning until the piss pouring again Come on, say it Feeling piss poor in the morning until the piss pouring again! [Verse 2: Pressure] I came in the door, musta been later than 4 That's what you get when you're mates with the Oars Spent the day in remorse, nature taking its course And what this world don't gimme I'ma take it by force And it's fair to say If I'd never made a cent from my record play Wouldn't feel like every day's a bender Always set em straight never set a fake agenda Not clever mate, f**ing with a heavyweight contender, s**ers Ain't no use in holding the grudges Be my hype man so I can say I roll with the punches The only thing that comes free is what you've stolen from others The air you breathe? Ain't nothing you can hold in your clutches Til I'm old and on crutches, I'll still k** the mike If hip hop's dead then 2Pac's still alive Pressure still, who's gona inherit the sk**? You don't get it now you never will You never were [Verse 3: Trials] Yeeeaaaah I'm tryna get enough bank to never break fifties And have big things in front of me, like fake titties But, yep, you guessed it Every single cent that I got spent it instead of investing, ha! 'Nuf said so, check We measure success counting the fans that wanna s** Sest And budget? f** it We never clean like flashing a fiend taking a drug test Smart s** that I pedal on front brakes Like Lance Armstrong, but his nuts ain't And that's below the belt Get it? I said "His nuts ain't", and that's 'below the belt' Check it I wanna travel the world, jet to The Netherlands Run amok, meet some girls bag a Double Dutch, ha! Who else do it like this? I'd rap his arse off Imagine what I'd do with my dick [Verse 4: Suffa] You want a Double Dutch, well, I want to blow it up You know what's up, nobody sharing, we all going Dutch We the friends that wanna fill the dinner plates Eva Mendes, wanna feel the dinner plates A dinner date with Suff, dumb as dogsh** About as much fun as a left from Matthew Broderick Toxic, convention-type good looks Hoods put it down like Hons pissing on the good book Too many cooks with 16s, not enough fans So big schemes sound like big scams Big hands, know what that means - big slap! Big plans, know what that means - pig sack (Dig that) Wrapped and served by a girl with such a big rack you'd think that they stuffed her bra But bring your big back, to give back, the kids backs* Staring at you from the side like "Yo, you gona drink that??" [Verse 5: Hons] Man I used to be a Centrelink king Until I got caught, sh** Now I'm pawning my things Quit the moral talk man, it's k**ing my binge I only got one life to rip my liver to bits The villainous kid from the south of the city Brought up right but Hackam turned my mouth kinda gritty I'm Hard to swallow like a gobstopper sh** I'm a rap star man I don't need to be a co*kblocker The pissed idiot, still a gambling man But I wouldn't dump my cash in the sh** syndicate Stone-cold sleaze Hons I just finished 25 shows and still got a clean johnson I'm on par with T for a girl in every state New goal to be like Magic, minus the AIDS Pouring Jager down my throat til I'm flat on my arse At the bar, with the friends, screaming "Sha Na Na" [Verse 6: Vents] I'm the fish in the proverbial pond I never want to get along with the hammerheads And I ain't happy til I have effect f** all in the cabinets Little bit of rice, cigarettes, and the mice keep having s** Holes in the walls of my brain Sowing the seeds of discontent, but still praying for rain Playing forward again with my girl put out, said the pill make her fat* So I pull out just in time, paranoid and restless Unemployed we praying for d**h by asbestos Life s**s then ya die, one more of these and it's probly goodbye But I'm enjoying the ride And we saying goodnight Wired right to the whole bright sight* See the big bright light, alright It's the rides that are tiring, both guns firing f**ing you raw while I'm smiling WHAT UP