Cosmic Arcade - Roo Niggaz Lyrics

Knock Knock, Cosmic knocking at your door
You only wanted food now bass is rumbling your floor
Said you were thirsty so we juiced you up for more
Said you wanted you wanted flavour orders in
We brought you three
Or four, or more
Maybe five, six?
Different cultures in the mix, tasty licks is what we're selling
Striving to survive, leg work for the peddling
Sorry ma, finished school but I ain't ready
Bachelor on paper but that isn't paying rent see
Need a line, call me girl, I've got 3
I'm trying to get that cash, buy your vive from Galick-Z
F*ck being celebrity, rhyme and trade for currency
Big roo niggas, no joke, we see
Is it them Roo Niggas riding in your city
Deliver food, drifting I ain't asking pity
Perhaps I'm just another nigga tryna make a living
Striking on a tip because the pay slipping
Is it them Roo Niggas riding in your city
Deliver food, drifting I ain't asking pity
My food real yummy, it's scrumptious
You will not find it in no dumpsters
But in the tummy of voluptuous women
After they snap chatting and make killings
That's cool babe, just don't make no more children
Cause that's too many mouths to feed
My feet tired I got to breath
Under my sax thing like a block of cheese
Please stop eating you stopped already
Bout to start queefing
Like you put in her belly, my ass smelly
Bout to go home, look hella preppy
Hella fresh, hella ready for the best part
When I sleep in the dark
Refresh, Rejuvenate
Restart, Recuperate
I Pack up my shit, ready to go
Kiss my mrs. goodbye
Cause I don't know if I'll be coming back home tonight
This ain't L.A, This ain't Sydney
This ain't Dubai
This be London town, Windrush, Rain drops
Boy you might get caught up
Underneath a double decker, ride around get shot up
Bring a knife to a gunfight, with these cuts you won't get locked up
Get f*cked up, agh!
We don't invest in new perfumes
We will ice out wrist on the way to make it midst
It might be Roo but the Roo pays the bills
Fervorosa la niña, de mi infancia el passada
On behalf of who I used to be
I think she would be proud of me
I've got bills to pay and a weed habit to feed damnit
Need a better way to get P stacking, spleen cracking
Double orders my back hurt, my knees damaged
Carves harder then Carter V boy, my feet savage
Buzz doors provide oil for cog in the machine
Enjoy the toxic breeze in foggy London the streets
Weaving through pedestrians, Lambos and Limousines
I crash into pedestrian and fly across the scene
I know he wasn't looking, well neither was I
Moving on, next delivery, at least I'm alive, f*ck
Can't even think out here, man..
Is it them Roo Niggas riding in your city
Deliver food, drifting I ain't asking pity