Fire in the Booth lyrics

[Intro: Roadman Shaq & Charlie Sloth]

Are you ready for this G, yeah?

C'mon, man, I was born ready and dat

Okay, aight, boom

Big Shaq, hold tight, Asnee

Scoopnum, ratnum, oosna

Hold tight the girl-dem as well, boom

[Verse 1: Roadman Shaq]

Two plus two is four, minus one that's three, quick maths

Everyday man's on the block, smoke trees

See your girl in the park, that girl is a uckers

When the ting went quack-quack-quack,

You man were ducking

Hold tight, Asnee, he's got the pumpy

Hold tight, my man, he's got the frisbee

I trap, trap, trap on the road, movin' that cornflakes

Rice Krispie, hold tight, my girl Whitney (perfect)

On the road doin' ten toes, like my toes

You man thought I froze, I see a peng girl, then I pose

If she's not on it, I ghost, hah, look at your nose

What? You dickhead! Look at your nose

Nose long like garden hose, shhh, you get me?

[Interlude: Roadman Shaq & Charlie Sloth]

Boom, man's gonna come back in (yeah, yeah)

You know like that? (yeah, yeah, yeah)

You're feelin' that? (yeah, yeah, bad, bad)

You dun know, I see you shiverin' and that

Don't get shook man's here (aight)

You protected-ed, yeah? (aight, let's do it)

Aight, boom, let's go, boom

[Verse 2: Roadman Shaq]

Hop out the four-door with the .44,

It was one, two, three and four

Chillin' in the corridor, your dad is forty-four

And he's still callin' man for a draw, let him know

When I see him, I'm gonna spin his jaw

Take man's Twix by force, send man shop by force

Your girl knows I've got the sauce, no ketchup

Just sauce, raw sauce

Boom, yo, gah

The ting goes skrrrahh, pap, pap, ka-ka-ka

Skibiki-pap-pap, and a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom

Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun

Poom, poom

You dun know, Big Shaq, ha, yo, yeah-yeah

Alright, fire-fire-fire in the booth

You get me, man's not hot

I tell her man's not hot, hah, cot

I tell her man's not hot

The girl told me, "Take off your jacket"

I said, "Babes, man's not hot"

Yo, man can never be hot

Perspiration ting, Lynx effect

[Outro: Roadman Shaq & Charlie Sloth]

Yo, you dun know

Dun know, y-you

You look a bit shook, Charlie

You look a bit hot

What's that?

Y-y-ya sweating and that again

Brudda, man don't make jokes with me, Charlie

Aight, aight, aight, cool, yeah

Yeah, man, listen, you're-you're cool and that

Yeah, yeah, dun know

Do you understand what I'm saying?

You're cool and that (yeah, yeah) but

I know how you look ennit, (yeah)

Do you understand what I'm saying? (yeah)

I don't wanna set the, you know, the goons on you

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

You know like that?

Aight, cool, don't take me for one of these boys and that,

Do you know what I'm sayin'?

Man's really about it