Dredda - Fire Alarm Lyrics

What did he say?
Yeah that's steady
I'm here and I'm more than ready
Running for president need me a prezzie
It's hot and it's evident blame it on Dreddy
He make the fire alarm go mental
Gonna need more water then that for the big flame So you better call for the heli
I'm taking a risk but it's all for the belly
In the stu with a portion of henny
Gonna need more liquor than that
Got a big back sutm with the littlest cat
She bad but she wanna be innocent bad
Know that I gotta do work on the punches
They already know my deliverance slaps
And I said I don't follow them youts got a different plan

My name's Dredda if you didn't know already
I had dreads got it cut when I was twenty
And my ad-lib I gotta say it with a roll
And I had a little heartbreak like Yebba
Rhyming scheme done a runner what's the matter
Nowadays when I write bars it's pepper
Ballpoint in my hand like Kepa
I write lines and my next line better
White kicks with the nike tick lil stepper
If you're gonna do things do things proper
She wanna do white tings Maradonna
Anytime off-white like a personal shopper
Uh
Gonna do what I wanna
If I see the bottom jaw move I'm a gonner
I don't think I even wanna boo for the summer Straight jeans with a T and a bomber
Working the rhythm with the flow got cadence merk it on every occasion
Everybody telling me what did he say? Like yo, tell me what did he say then

Late night and I'm cruising the whip with a bad one
That ain't my boo it's my bitch
I say you wanna go and get a lil' eat an She turn round talking bout there's food at my crib
Now I already know her plan for the night so I play dumb Cool, yeah, cool, come we dip
Skid
Ain't no jewels on my wrist but she fell for the boy
Cos I'm cool and I'm slick
Two years back she'd be turning me down
Naked but she came in a skirt and a blouse
And she twerk on the couch
Legs shaking she can't get her words out her mouth
More, more than a girl in the town
Put on her best dress when she heard I'm about
Put on her best dress when she heard I'm about

I said I don't mind if you go you look better from the back
Bad hair day so she put it in a plait
No cap
I could sing but I'm better when I rap
I wrote you a poem you can put it in your bag
Said she like boys that are jugging in the trap
But I'm lidge make a riddim getting boogie on the track
Change her mind tell me pull up to her flat
Let me put it on my maps ima push it to the max
One litre got it red line
Uh, yeah, and now my best friend telling me to take time
Leg Jittering I'm sitting at a red light
Got me hooked like the deep blue
In a parallel world where I seen you
Caramel skin got a sweet tooth
Caramel skin got a sweet tooth