Song Lyrics

My girl's like Lizzy Mercier Descloux
Come in your house with a mic like Louis Theroux
My band mate's a capo when he uses a capo
Tout est beau, tout est beau, c'est beau
Back in the old days, used to lay low
Now I say no, loud and redefine plainclothes
Collared shirts the same color of Play-Doh
Kick it like Kato, you should follow my lead
Make ninety-seven beats feel an unusual speed
You ride the whip, I maneuver the steed
Numerous steez, impossible flux
All black, it's a lugubrious scene
Talk shit, it's all hubris to me
It's all humorous to me
The way they wanna talk the rumors to me
'Bout how they say I get around like the loop of the beat
You know I kick it to a ruthless degree
I'm just too raw

The girls are my weakness
Legs like a horse, I put that chick through the Preakness
Flirty at the Derby, have her workin' through the weekend
When it comes to the crib, we don't do no speaking, decent
Filly whisperer, from here to St. Foy
It really gets to her, the instances where we talk
Don't know me, don't speak to moi
Walk down St. Laurent avec les filles du roi
My whole sound mob is up in Outremont
Can't fade us, we're on the radio like Sous Le Vent
Got a stable that's stable, fat cables and turntables
This rapper's back in the saddle, ready, willing and able
My new style is only to be seen around nubiles
She said I turn her on like boot files
Hey baby, told her that's too wild
Let me throw some metal round your neck, horseshoe style

My papa told me that you gotta bet on the right one
or else you'll spend your life having to fight one
keep your stable stable and don't listen to the fables
you know what it is, check it

Roland Pemberton