@@otmrecords1Dug far into my history for this one, man I watch an unhealthy amount of YT! 😂 Here you go bro… ruclips.net/video/5se4vpIt7uM/видео.htmlsi=mj6NdjMie3HYWBPn
Every time I hear you do your intro, it makes me think of @LayedBakDFR 's Trash/Pass introes. You both have that smoooooth voice, and although he says fx.: "Pete & Bas, You' up the Bat", it's pretty similar. I don't know if that's where you got your inspiration, but if it is, you're right on the money, while still adding your own flavor 👍😎
My top 3 is: "Gangsta' Sh*t", "Quick 1-2" and "Golf feat. Norman Pain" And I'll even hit you up with the lyrics for Golf ft. Norman Pain, 'cause you're going to need them. This song is basically a Criminal CV of what Pete & Bas has done throughout their lives. And both Gangsta Sh*t and Quick 1-2 have integrated Subtitles. And I hope you won't sneak-peak too much at the lyrics before actually hearing the song ☺ Pete & Bas - Golf feat. Norman Pain LYRICS!! [Verse 1: Pete] '84 disrespect, kicked his door Grabbed the cash from bedside draw And the little stash under the bedroom floorboard See his uncle George Built like a brick and I thank the Lord (Jesus) I weren’t fat back in the day So I could move fast when it come to crunch '89 Sunday lunch, pint, fag, plate full of munch Fist full of rings, pricey punch It ain’t Pimms o'clock when a bloke gets slumped Out in cunch '91 had a big old bando Two Guard dogs, Dave and his Rambo He's in the can like Rubicon mango Ball and chain, Normie walked free but he lost his brain '92 villa in Spain Travelling Europe, private planes Time fliеs '95 cut those ties Got a mate who works in thе bakers Pull out the mash and I’ll make you a pie (Sweeney) '96 Stan got nicked, found his stash In the back of the brand new motor Car chase and the whole thing crashed Collecting debts Wars with the London Met '98 case got blown I went home and I cried in bed (Trust me) [Hook: Pete] Wanna talk about cases Gotta hold my peace Been caught red handed Never ran from the bleeding police I drove that motor The Peugeot with the dented doors Now I’m chauffeured Only drive on the golfing course [Verse 2: Bas] Carb on the kitchen counter, powder Dropped in a pot, got spun like hands on the wheel of the Beamer Two blocks in when an opp got clocked Rolled so many boys in a fag it’s mental Should have been paid by Benson and Hedge Try taking the food from my plate And end up left with a plate in your head Top stays left down so they know who’s driving Opp blocks get shot down in the daylight Perfect timing Wife’s done cooking the batch and the nits wanna try this food Done so many days up country Wife sent over some home cooked meals That’s fresh off the stove Straight down to the man's bare hands, it’s an uncooked deal Can’t stop 'cos the line keeps pinging The nits keep bringing the paper Went down Spoons on a Friday Came home Monday, three days later What d'you know about sticks What d'you know about lasers What d'you know about punching a fed off a horse And getting tasered I don’t really care what people say I don’t really watch what them lot do (Nah) Still I gotta stick to the cash like glue I’m a big Sean Paul fan too [Hook: Pete] Wanna talk about cases Gotta hold my peace Been caught red handed Never ran from the bleeding police I drove that motor The Peugeot with the dented doors Now I’m chauffeured Only drive on the golfing course [Verse 3: Norman Pain] Bazooka kicked his face then I smashed his brain And I broke his back (Muppet) I took his phone and then switched provider and gave it back I ripped his balls off for a quick game of hacky-sack Smash and grab Birkin bag When I flipped them packs and I make that cash I was locked in a cell and I took those Ls to hell and back (Nothing) I can’t see nowt In a blind rage when I fight 10 man ('Av him) Try jacking the lad, throwing their fists and I’m throwing 'em back Dumping the dough in a bag Jump in a cab and I’m off to my Dad's This place ain’t friendly, it’s all full of goons and ghosts Used to roll with my family, licked off the food like a Sunday roast But they’re all dead now And I pray they rest in peace (RIP) And when I find that twat He’ll get carved up like a piece of meat (Like a piece of meat) PTSD I've been through the pain and the hardest times Now I've got no feelings, racked ketamine like county lines And I might take time When I see that handsome woman (Hello!) Miss with the finest legs and the sweetest back and the largest bosom [Hook: Pete] Wanna talk about cases Gotta hold my peace Been caught red handed Never ran from the bleeding police I drove that motor The Peugeot with the dented doors Now I’m chauffeured Only drive on the golfing course
When u a real gangster rap is easy. Most good rappers aint gangster. Thats the difference between life and Media. The best rappers die Young, the best gangsters buried allot of things.
Now P&B bish bosh bash 🔥🔥
🔥🔥🔥🔥
Pete and Bas rapping like they done did that in the past life
Golf💣
Man I watched this short documentary where a dude did some investigating into Pete & Bas, and back in the day, they were really doin dirt!
Whats the link? (pause)
@@otmrecords1Dug far into my history for this one, man I watch an unhealthy amount of YT! 😂 Here you go bro…
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Every time I hear you do your intro, it makes me think of @LayedBakDFR 's Trash/Pass introes. You both have that smoooooth voice, and although he says fx.: "Pete & Bas, You' up the Bat", it's pretty similar. I don't know if that's where you got your inspiration, but if it is, you're right on the money, while still adding your own flavor 👍😎
Sindhu sesh is bananas👀
My top 3 is: "Gangsta' Sh*t", "Quick 1-2" and "Golf feat. Norman Pain"
And I'll even hit you up with the lyrics for Golf ft. Norman Pain, 'cause you're going to need them. This song is basically a Criminal CV of what Pete & Bas has done throughout their lives. And both Gangsta Sh*t and Quick 1-2 have integrated Subtitles.
And I hope you won't sneak-peak too much at the lyrics before actually hearing the song ☺
Pete & Bas - Golf feat. Norman Pain
LYRICS!!
[Verse 1: Pete]
'84 disrespect, kicked his door
Grabbed the cash from bedside draw
And the little stash under the bedroom floorboard
See his uncle George
Built like a brick and I thank the Lord (Jesus)
I weren’t fat back in the day
So I could move fast when it come to crunch
'89 Sunday lunch, pint, fag, plate full of munch
Fist full of rings, pricey punch
It ain’t Pimms o'clock when a bloke gets slumped
Out in cunch
'91 had a big old bando
Two Guard dogs, Dave and his Rambo
He's in the can like Rubicon mango
Ball and chain, Normie walked free but he lost his brain
'92 villa in Spain
Travelling Europe, private planes
Time fliеs
'95 cut those ties
Got a mate who works in thе bakers
Pull out the mash and I’ll make you a pie (Sweeney)
'96 Stan got nicked, found his stash
In the back of the brand new motor
Car chase and the whole thing crashed
Collecting debts
Wars with the London Met
'98 case got blown
I went home and I cried in bed (Trust me)
[Hook: Pete]
Wanna talk about cases
Gotta hold my peace
Been caught red handed
Never ran from the bleeding police
I drove that motor
The Peugeot with the dented doors
Now I’m chauffeured
Only drive on the golfing course
[Verse 2: Bas]
Carb on the kitchen counter, powder
Dropped in a pot, got spun like hands on the wheel of the Beamer
Two blocks in when an opp got clocked
Rolled so many boys in a fag it’s mental
Should have been paid by Benson and Hedge
Try taking the food from my plate
And end up left with a plate in your head
Top stays left down so they know who’s driving
Opp blocks get shot down in the daylight
Perfect timing
Wife’s done cooking the batch and the nits wanna try this food
Done so many days up country
Wife sent over some home cooked meals
That’s fresh off the stove
Straight down to the man's bare hands, it’s an uncooked deal
Can’t stop 'cos the line keeps pinging
The nits keep bringing the paper
Went down Spoons on a Friday
Came home Monday, three days later
What d'you know about sticks
What d'you know about lasers
What d'you know about punching a fed off a horse
And getting tasered
I don’t really care what people say
I don’t really watch what them lot do (Nah)
Still I gotta stick to the cash like glue
I’m a big Sean Paul fan too
[Hook: Pete]
Wanna talk about cases
Gotta hold my peace
Been caught red handed
Never ran from the bleeding police
I drove that motor
The Peugeot with the dented doors
Now I’m chauffeured
Only drive on the golfing course
[Verse 3: Norman Pain]
Bazooka kicked his face then I smashed his brain
And I broke his back (Muppet)
I took his phone and then switched provider and gave it back
I ripped his balls off for a quick game of hacky-sack
Smash and grab
Birkin bag
When I flipped them packs and I make that cash
I was locked in a cell and I took those Ls to hell and back (Nothing)
I can’t see nowt
In a blind rage when I fight 10 man ('Av him)
Try jacking the lad, throwing their fists and I’m throwing 'em back
Dumping the dough in a bag
Jump in a cab and I’m off to my Dad's
This place ain’t friendly, it’s all full of goons and ghosts
Used to roll with my family, licked off the food like a Sunday roast
But they’re all dead now
And I pray they rest in peace (RIP)
And when I find that twat
He’ll get carved up like a piece of meat (Like a piece of meat)
PTSD I've been through the pain and the hardest times
Now I've got no feelings, racked ketamine like county lines
And I might take time
When I see that handsome woman (Hello!)
Miss with the finest legs and the sweetest back and the largest bosom
[Hook: Pete]
Wanna talk about cases
Gotta hold my peace
Been caught red handed
Never ran from the bleeding police
I drove that motor
The Peugeot with the dented doors
Now I’m chauffeured
Only drive on the golfing course
My top 3: Bish Bash Bosh, Quick 1-2 and Move It.
Guy more wandering what he looks like more than the performance
When u a real gangster rap is easy. Most good rappers aint gangster. Thats the difference between life and Media. The best rappers die Young, the best gangsters buried allot of things.
G to G the real is me...m Doogie