Wretch 32 - Prangin' Out (MCs Mix) lyrics

[Mike Skinner] I wonder Love looks forward Hate looks back But fear has eyes all over its head [Hook: The Streets] I'm not looking at you I'm looking past you Why you boys looking at me? This ain't even funny I'm looking past you I'm about to do something stupid [Verse 1: Skepta] Yeah, yeah I'm Skepta Stare in a next guys face too long, nah man I don't do that This guy must be feeling my new track Cos I'm not 2Pac, but it's all eyes on me I wanna eye contact girls in the place Don't know why man are looking in my face Like they never had a pa** and I was the ticket inspector Everyone's looking at Skepta But I don't screw them, I see through them Cos it weren't like this before I started spitting Grime is one of the hardest ways to make a easy living But I keep doing it cos I know a grand don't come for free I just don't understand why man wanna eat me like cereal Cos I make original pirate material [Verse 2: Wretch 32] I ain't got time for screwing you flatheads And I got about four watches And you're looking back like a [?] Keep watching I watch this Look, you'll get your head screwed off I've proved I've moved on, so move off I'm Wretch yeah Around stars so it's like I'm walking in fresh air Yeah, I'm next here, why you staring for this long? I ain't a series or sitcom I ain't a queer, I'm as straight as a ruler Blatantly smoother than silk thongs Don't get your arse cut It's bait that you're star struck Only a bum gets his arse - Yeah? You know what? I'm done with the small talk [Hook] [Verse 3: Ghetts] What seems to be the problem? I was minding my business when I felt eyes from a distance Instead of taking the easiest option I was acting like I was really in Compton If I ran I coulda easily lost em But you know me, I'm so arrogant Cos losing is out of the question So I'm cruising I'm out of protection And I don't mind shooting it out like a Western I got tools in my house, what's your preference? 24/7, yeah, I'm in beef So I'm tryna get many more weapons, yeah, I'm in deep And I still don't stop and it's clear I've been beat Now man [?] increased It's clear I'm in deep I'm even prepared in my sleep [Verse 4: Tinchy Stryder] Yeah, call me the lightweight smoker Nah, not today, though, G Cause I've been through so much green, indeed, yeah I'm coming like a local dealer I'm paro, I don't feel right And the road looks narrow, I can't see light [?] on my back to go mad And do something wrong like I don't know right I'm nothing like a local geezer And I feel all eyes on me like Pac Who's gonna rob me? [?] I'll be back, you know, with my CD Stop tryna look cool when you see me Don't be acting a fool when you see me And now I've got wannabe fools tryna be me, Strydes [Hook] [Verse 5: Devilman] People always drive me To do things that I don't wanna do It's a known fact that you feel more confident When you've had a gla** of brandy or two So what you looking at, mate? What? Want me to do something dumb, do ya? Just cause you've had a few lines and that You think you're bad [?] and that You wanna get treated like one of them beggars? On the floor and that, begging for change, nuttin' ain't gonna change So you can forget thinking that you're gonna be Driving a brand new Range You can keep if you're short-sighted Cause I'm always focusing long-range [Verse 6: Bossman Birdie] Cuz, what you looking for? Boy Better Know that I'm cooking war And I will put my foot in your Face, give you a crooked jaw Got deep styles, verses, hooks and more So you ain't gotta ask what they booked him for Bossy, nah, I ain't shook in war And I won't ask the dem what you're looking for When I spray, I ain't got exclusion zones I say anything I want, I ain't got do's and don't's Here, Bossman, raise your hand Bet [?] you won't No, you ain't gotta choose who's cold I'm the best when it comes to the music, bro I abuse these flows, everybody knows Bossman, yeah, new on the roads [Hook] [Verse 7: Frisco] Oi, blud, stop watching me I ain't even wearing my bling and I've got guys clocking me I'm onto this ting but I ain't on a hype today Nah, I don't wanna fight today And still man's talking about robbing me Think logically I might do something stupid and leave the whole place in a mockery Headshot's my policy And you don't wanna get something hard to your frame More times than a sixteen bar to your frame Go hard [?] lane Big Fris come a little harder to tame You don't want something to park in your frame So I suggest you stay far from the flay [?] sniff then I'm after the 'caine And I won't lie, [?] [Bridge: Mike Skinner] Therefore Surely nothing in life is to be feared Only to be understood Apart from getting shanked at the cash machine! [Hook]