[Intro]

Sip our lean, you'll probably puke

Smoke that brown, you'll probably goof

Got punters there, man, hungry for food

Give them a rock and they probably shoot

[Chorus]

Sip our lean, you'll probably puke

Smoke that brown, you'll probably goof

Got punters there, man, hungry for food (They're hungry)

Give them a rock and they probably shoot

Give you a Xanax, you'll probably panic

Mix it with tranex, you'll probably vanish

86 Gang, that's knives and wooshers (Wooshers)

Electric bikes or do it on pushers (Meep, meep)

[Verse 1]

I was at the spot with a rock in my sock

Feds saw me and I nearly got caught (Nearly)

Did ten toes when I ran in the block (I ran)

Feds outside and climb the gate

Hit the backdoor, take the fire escape

My young G there had to pass them an ounce (Pass)

Swallow the [?] and the zanko got bounced

Ring up a nitty, he's sick in the head (He's sick)

He'll do a good job, just fling him some pebs (Ring it)

Mask on my face 'cause the rats see me then they're ringing the feds (Little rats)

Have you ever seen a junkie miss a vein, where the blood squirt out and you could've got AIDS? (You could've got AIDS?)

My punters got me, they always back me (Back me)

'Cause I give them change, and I give them baccy (I give them baccy)

Ask the boys, they know who's whisking

Got punters out here with their noses itching (Itching)

They see me and then they know it's Christmas (Christmas)

'Cause I'm out on the strip, man loading up whistlers

When I was young, used to shot on the BMX

Same shit there, they got DMX (DMX)

[Chorus]

Sip our lean, you'll probably puke

Smoke that brown, you'll probably goof

Got punters there, man, hungry for food (They're hungry)

Give them a rock and they probably shoot

Give you a Xanax, you'll probably panic

Mix it with tranex, you'll probably vanish

86 Gang, that's knives and wooshers (Wooshers)

Electric bikes or do it on pushers

[Verse 2]

All of them pebs come straight out my pocket

If man see feds, then man have to jock it (Jock it)

If fiends are slow, Mo's forced to clock it (Uh-uh)

Out on the strip, m-make some profit

D-Dublin City, where the crack is cooking

There's a punter there, wanna know if he's lookin' (Are ya lookin'?)

Man's on job, yeah, tell me what's good

The price is right, I definitely would

G-give me a bike, I definitely could

I'm always early if I have to meet a punter

Just in case they're dinger get a puncha (Pow)

Talk about Wock', tell them ring this number

The phone's engaged, ring back again (Ring b—)

Flick that joint, I don't use no blem

Wake up in the morning coughing up phlegm

But I know it's my fault, so I can't complain

B-b-back on the meds 'cause I'm going insane (Insane)

Sit round there, man's gripping a— (Grrt, pow)

Slide this dinger like the ding-ding-dong

Fill it with petrol, I'm bringing a bomb

W-watch you don't trip, one slip and you're gone

H-have a bad bitch there who can suck my dick while I'm wearing a ski mask

Tryna knee so much, g-giving me uck, she's gonna need knee-pa— (Gonna need knee-pads)

[Chorus]

Sip our lean, you'll probably puke

Smoke that brown, you'll probably goof

Got punters there, man, hungry for food

Give them a rock and they probably shoot

Give you a Xanax, you'll probably panic

Mix it with tranex, you'll probably vanish

86 Gang, that's knives and wooshers

Electric bikes or do it on pushers