Spooky Bizzle - I Don't Care Bout The Law lyrics

[Intro] Yeah War dem boy, me a war dem boy Man want to talk grease Done tell ya already Only bunshot me a buss What it means is I'm carrying the ting from now on I'm not respecting no-one Done tell ya already Bumbahole (Spooky) [Verse 1] Sometimes I wonder why Half these grime MCs Are talking stuff Caught him slipping, never heard anybody talking tough Draw for the colt, they'll be like I swear, nobody's talking rough Now that I roll with my girl on my waist, and I ain't talking buff Entered the room, and when I came in, everybody said 'boom' But it ain't sonic, call it a double, and I ain't talking tonic Nah, please don't think that it's calm, please don't think that it's cool You don't think that I'm always strapped, must be a fool [Hook](x2) Straps, I will always carry them I don't really care about the law (feds) I don't really care about the law (jail) Where do you come from? Behind the door Shanks, I will always carry them I don't really care about the law (feds) I don't really care about the law (jail) Drive-by shooting, four by four [Verse 2] If you see two three grins Don't get it twisted I know man that will bark off chins When I say next of , they all know, that I ain't talking kins You will gun bucked up Don't be a p**y-hole Stand up for your rights Don't let a pagan knock off your lights Gunshot straight to the chest If I hear badboy talk, on phones or mics Please don't think, that I'm picking up a stripe But it don't mean that I really care about the law Talk to the sole of my shoes, they don't really care about your door I was in a two point four, cutting up raw They were like, 'Prez, are you sure?' [Hook](x2) Straps, I will always carry them I don't really care about the law (feds) I don't really care about the law (jail) Where do you come from? Behind the door Shanks, I will always carry them I don't really care about the law (feds) I don't really care about the law (jail) Drive-by shooting, four by four [Verse 3] One two three subliminals Yeah, over the set 'I think you're wrong Pres, want know why?' They're only talking over the net Don't think I won't turn up to your aunt's Won't get a bly, won't get a chance Look out the window, won't get a glance (gun straps) Don't think I won't turn up to your Gran's Barking shots in the crowd But I ain't shooting my fans 'Prez, why you keep f**ing up plans?' If I see rocks or cans, I swear, you will see pots and pans Turn this spot into grands k** off k**y with my bare hands [Hook](x2) Straps, I will always carry them I don't really care about the law (feds) I don't really care about the law (jail) Where do you come from? Behind the door Shanks, I will always carry them I don't really care about the law (feds) I don't really care about the law (jail) Drive-by shooting, four by four [Outro] I don't really care about the law I don't really care about the law I don't really care about I don't really care about I don't really care about I don't really care about I don't really care about the law I don't really care about the law I don't really care about I don't really care about I don't really care about I don't really care about I don't really care about the law I don't really care about the law I don't really care about the law I don't really care about I don't really care about I don't really care about the law I don't really care about the law I don't really care about the law