Mad About Bars [S4.E31]

Part 1 [Intro: Kenny Allstar] Yeah So it's been four years since we started Mad About Bars And the golden question has always been Brigades MKThePlug "Where's the 67 M-A-B?" Well all my people I'm happy to announce [Verse 1: Monkey] Yeah Really step with fryers Last work, man call that one Niya (Yeah) You've seen my black attire My handting spiral like Snoop from The Wire Selection of waps when the gang dem step Car or ped Don't lose your head tryna diss on tracks You might end up dead Shoutsout the plug, never run my supplier 6 gang tryna build an empire Nuttin' like Lucious, money and power I need mils before I retire Free my bros on the wing in the tracky attire The feds try say that the mandem conspired They're some big-big liars [Verse 2: LD] (They) They was tryna party at Lotus We was tryna rise that score Puttin' waps on the block, tell the gang stay focused Bro said he heard them stutter then he smoked 'em Went home, billed one roachless And the same mash hit Bandz (That) That one there is a bonus Last ones left, still making it happen '019, we got two new packs Let the young boys bag and slang 'em I was in the cell with Rose When I heard the mandem taped up Clapham And we done cheffed down my man Big man there can't talk about patterned [Verse 3: SJ] Niggas are dickheads I got down my man, his uncle spud man Man par a skengman To the white people, I'm around gunman (Man) Man pour LB for the bros in jail 'Cause the cells are long akh Worker hittin' them sales Got me tellin' him go there and come back Girls tryna uck man quickly Groupies shoutin' out Sixties Bad one could never kiss me All the fake wass, don't miss me 67 could never turn history Say it with your chest fuckboy, I can't lip read Machine in the van, no mystery Now my right index all glitchy [Verse 4: Dimzy] I'm smokin' Gelato, Biscotti and Runtz I heard two man got turned into rucks I spent lil six on the kicks and thumps And man took shots the other day and he's drunk I don't know why I was over there smoking skunk Man did a lurk, skengs in the ride or purse Man ain't puttin' that in the trunk Shotgun long like an elephant trunk If T or Scribby get pissed off They're gonna fan, scram it, bait Peng ting wanna do wine and dine Cool, I bought her the .25 straight Started my day with Cali buzz You know that's a Dimzy wake and bake Feds on my neck so much and it's jarrin' Come like these hoes, they don't give me a break [Verse 5: Liquez] They look at my life, they feel so broke No wonder these niggas can't stand me I stay in my lane, fuck with the 6 And if ain't with us, I'm anti I make shit clear, you're gonna see death If you still don't understand me If you still don't understand me Bodies gon' drop when we bang heat Handguns come in handy But a MAC-10's what I fancy Had a shotgun on a backseat I'll be smiling but I'm angry Hoes sweets, no candy You can't ban drill, you can't ban me You forgot you're fuckin' with mad Liquez Part 2 [Intro: Kenny Allstar] 67 Finally It's the Mad About Bars Money, LD, Dimzy, Mad Liquez, SJ ASAP home soon Diligence Psycho Beats From New Park Road, to Brixton Hill It's the legends [Verse 1: SJ] Tryna make man not see the next day That's old school tekkers like Pele Man did it before there were ZK's Make man realise they can't miss leg day They're doin' up thighs and calves Jump Out Gang, we ain't drivin' past I just bun my spliff Gyal can't give me one but I'll bun man's clart [Verse 2: Liquez] Nigga best think fast Two waps in the ride and blast Of course I'm charged I step with my darg and yes, it barks Might do it bait face If I plan that drill, I'm coming masked Two hands on the wap So you know someone's gettin' rassed [Verse 3: Monkey] Shells make you drop on the floor like Ricky Or make you scream ooouuu like Young M.A Them man always dash And man always finds someone, that's strange You don't know how much work man's done Tryna find them punks but I guess it weren't their day Really put seven man in the four door On the opp block, tryna find some prey [Verse 4: Dimzy] Free up my riders, sliders Bro used to drive them dingers and sliders I make so much quiz nowadays I remember used to struggle, won't stretch those fivers Free up Wiggy, survivor, lifer Chinging that bird like its fucking minor Sat in jail and took some loses Came back home Made em back like its minor [Verse 6: SJ] CRose’s car, better whip that wheel Drop that, we'll dip that you hit the floor Animal mode, we prey on prey Check them snaps, then move like waste Joke man thought that you clip man It was little bro, but I can't even diss man PB skengways a real life gunman That's real life fun man [Verse 6: Liquez] Yeah load that, cop that, bun man Hand ting on the ride, filled to the top Aim on point, tryna dun man Watch how I father the ting and sun man Had the car on the drip, pattern this stick, so I can roll up and bun man Still got the AMG ting on sports, no wonder the gyal wanna fuck man [Verse 7: Monkey] Twenty man in the what, still step opp block Oppositions cat while these bodies drop Step 'round fam, man like Nemo Tryna fish man LT got-got My bro's on the wing punching and kicking Don't get caught, all this June was slipping Been pulling up on smoke, way before drill popped up, you niggas were chilling [Verse 8: Dimzy] She says why you got all these gold T I smiled and left them shine, like I got them all on my white teeth Had a shotty with so much bros, like greens, like red and white T Beef still frying and frying, we ain't gonna stop til we burn meat Miserable