Blast From The Past lyrics

• Stepped out in a vest with a big juice Fresh creps, G Star jeans and a stick too
  Walking on foot in the sun, that's a sick move
  Catch me in a car, fresh rims and the tints new
  Went town, everything's bless
  Girls looking sexy in their pink dress
  Mandem, big chains, watches and string vests
  Got Riz, got chip, bill it then I hit Z's

  I miss Juff so I'm moaning
  Sometimes I imagine my phone ring
  I think it's him so I phone him
  Then I get voicemail, what a boy ting
  Brain lost, heart confused
  Lay off cah I'm on you
  079 then John shoots
  Need P so I bump youts

  And a big four pound is about
  Slap in the tee, squeeze outta your mouth
  F#ck jakes, don't care if they're about
  I'll dump on your strip with a zoot in my mouth
  Got dons that will let the star bang
  Jelz, Flipz, me, T.S. and Tar man
  How you got a steak? Don't think you're hard man
  Skanking around, more sticks than Tarzan

  I don't wanna kill but it's something that I've gotta do
  Load the clip, flick and shoot, fam I let it pop at you
  Drop a prick, bally on, the feds don't got a clue
  Go town, laugh it off, fam I just dropped a yout
  With the big stick, I'm moving mental
  Let it spit on you like an instrumental
  Rip the stick, bun his wig, kill him quick, dump the prick
  Then hit the strip and chill in rentals

  Our members are getting spread
  About G.A.S. and about they wanna see us dead
  Well just go, we're gonna kill you instead
  And that's a fact, you should secure in your head
  And this goes out to my Brixton crew
  Bag of weed, joints kill Peckham youts
  And this goes out to Gunji and Q
  I love you so much I will murder for you

  Niggas nowadays are F#cking mad
  Talking bout they're gonna tuck in Adz
  Well guess what you're not touching Adz
  If a bitch gets close he's getting F#cking stabbed
  Trust me, I'm a hardful man
  Leave a cunt shouting like an Arsenal fan
  My advice is be careful fam
  Cause G.A.S. is a dreadful gang

  GAS gang bang hard, get very physical
  Grab the MAC, make sure I rinse it all
  Flag black round here, Sleeky come and pitch the fool
  Beef GAS town you best not come spiritual
  F#ck a gentleman, I'm a Brixton G
  F#ck a hitman, I'll pitch for free
  F#ck knowing my crib tried pitch for me
  You pricks love feds, you'd probs snitch for free

  Teachers saying I should be a politician
  Nah gangster's my only ambition
  Gripping a stick with a bag of ammunition
  Make niggas disappear but I'm no magician
  Now I've gotta harm this prick
  Cause I'm from town and he's repping for a Pecknarm clique
  So I gotta let the black strap bang
  Cause I know this yout's from the Narm light gang

  Hit cunch, earn about four three jibs
  Invest that, buy about four three sticks
  You roll with forty three pricks
  Seen a future deal on the 436
  Know I've got pumps, not for bikes
  Got guns that take your life
  Got funds, I'm rich for life
  You're broke till the day you die

  F#ck boxing him, this ain't a boxing ring
  I'll put him in a box when I buss the ting
  Cah we're emptying nines at clubs
  We ride out twenty nine times a month
  I'm mad like I ate a box of pills
  I grip, I shoot, you drop for real
  I grind, I stack
  And the pump comes long like lots of meals

• Who is the author of the song Blast From The Past?
  The song Blast From The Past was written by Ard Adz.

• Who sings the song Blast From The Past?
  The song Blast From The Past is performed by Ard Adz.