Songtext zu '21 Ounces' von Goldie Lookin Chain

From the hip hop to the hippy to the hoppy to the wibbly wobbly woo,
To the ram jam jimmy, to the goldie lookin' chain to the ad-ad-adam hussain

Alright Spa!
Do you want some fucking weed?
I've got fucking loads of weed man, right

Carl from Risca's had a few fucking ounces off me right,
So I've only got 21 ounces on me at the moment, right
but if you want some fucking more, right
I can do that, that's no fucking problem.

I need to shift this draw quick as fuck,
flip the cash and take my cut.
It's really powerful, it's so strong,
but I'm selling it fast and it's nearly all gone

I'll sell you a nine-bar or just the ounce
I'll sell you little bits or large amounts
Adam Hussein, remember me?
Selling draw from my capri

Want some draw? With me you'll score
Cos I grows this shit out o' my nan's back door
Bongs, bingers, blow buckets,
I sell ounces to schoolkids but I don't care, fuck it

Get it on tick, but make it quick
I just got a load of wicked Thai stick
Party's going down, I'll bring the brown
Tonight it's going off in Newport town

I've got 21 ounces of blow
I've got 21 ounces of blow
So if you want some let me know
'cos I've really gotta go
I've got 21 ounces of blow, blow, blow

People watch me like Match of the Day,
I've got a stack of weed like a bale of hay
I drive my capri like Colin Mcrae
and I've got to drop some weed off in Alway

I've got really good scales and my deals are proper,
The price is wicked too, just like happy shopper

I sells the best skunk,
you can tell by the smell,
I'll also sell you fags and rizlas as well

Oi clarts!
Don't fucking start
Or I'll whip you with my chain, and it'll fucking smart

Weeds green like a frog,
my brown'll make you shake like a shitting dog

10 or twenty, I got plenty
I'm still selling draw down Pilgweny
Getting laid, not getting played
Don't give a fuck as long as I get paid

I've got 21 ounces of blow
I've got 21 ounces of blow
So if you want some let me know
'cos I've really gotta go
I've got 21 ounces of blow, blow, blow

I'm driving, feeling sane
'cos the boots rammed with mary jane
That's right!
It's Benny Blanco,
selling the speed and the blow out of my car,
'cos that's how it's done,
Pigs bust me twice so they got me on the run

Adam Hussein, I'm fucking glc
'cos if you want a thc, come see me
There's a new dance, going on,
in Newport, it's called the funky bong

You wiggle your hips and start to show off
Breathe in and out and then you cough
You can only do it when your smoking a cone,
You can do it with your mates or all alone
Right to the left, left to the right
GLC are the fucking bomb, alright?

I've got 21 ounces of blow
I've got 21 ounces of blow
So if you want some let me know
'cos I've really gotta go
I've got 21 ounces of blow, blow, blow

I've got speed, whatever you need,
'cos I've always got a big bag of weed
My shit ain't bunk,
I sell skunk out of my low ride capri's trunk

Wanna gurn? You better learn,
Your missus'll get free pills burping my worm
She's on all fours,
Wouldn't touch her with yours
'cos she looks like the wookie out of fucking Star Wars

I've got 21 ounces of blow
I've got 21 ounces of blow
So if you want some let me know
'cos I've really gotta go
I've got 21 ounces of blow, blow, blow

21 ounces of blow
I've got 21 ounces of blow
So if you want some let me know
'cos I've really gotta go
I've got 21 ounces of blow, blow, blow

....you're not fucking CID are you?