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I don't mind breaking the law, chain and saw Ah me be the opp next door Run up when they're on tour Kweff, kweff, ah me be the opp next door From man came in the door, shield and sword We be the opps next door Yeah, when they're on tour Run up, corn, me be the opp next door I'm so gassy I'm so flashy, 1-2 affi 1-2 yardie, 1-2 ackee Cruise through the west side something like Bashy Dem man are batty, no tunes for the yatty Me and the gyal dem smoke a likkle fatty In the back of a cabby Drive through central looking real snappy Dem man are flashy See them opps, call that a party Just getting started, black Ducati Beep, beep, beep, Congo Natty 2016, I ain't on scrapping Round of applause, man ah start clapping Run man down, man are on rapping What kind of rapping? Blow man's trap in Not lyrical, big automatic Letras de canciones I don't mind breaking the law, chain and saw Ah me be the opp next door Run up when they're on tour Kweff, kweff, ah me be the opp next door From man came in the door, shield and sword We be the opps next door Yeah, when they're on tour Run up, corn, me be the opp next door Way too edgy, way too wasi 2 2 eight ball, don't do hockey Never was new wave, new tsunami Came with the [?] back, 2 2 oppsy Niggas don't like me, I'm way too oppy Don't ask gyal about me, don't watch me Mind what you say about Tre, he's dodgy Still here throwing up six like Aubrey Whoa, whoa, seen that coming? Cool, bang, did you see that coming? Thought it was a link but it's me that's coming No, bet you never seen that coming Whoa, whoa, seen that coming? Cool, bang, did you see that coming? Thought it was a link but it's me that's coming No, bet you never seen that coming I don't mind breaking the law, chain and saw Ah me be the opp next door Run up when they're on tour Kweff, kweff, ah me be the opp next door From man came in the door, shield and sword We be the opps next door Yeah, when they're on tour Run up, corn, me be the opp next door Opps on the back road, opps on the high street Opps anywhere that we be at From I did skirt in a Punto Fiat Had the spin button locked, now it's parked off where my wheels be at Don't think you can come around with your reckless talk [?] stab-proof V Hold tight Johnny Porter, that's my G Opps next door, I can't wait till we meet up No talk [?] pop off Slap your G [?] all of your mates' rate You know the gassed up hench one that thinks he's the muscle? He can be the first one that a man muzzle Put dogs down, I'm a vet in trouble Opp, pagan They nuh like me, me nuh like them either But see the difference, them man are faking I don't mind breaking the law, chain and saw Ah me be the opp next door Run up when they're on tour Kweff, kweff, ah me be the opp next door From man came in the door, shield and sword We be the opps next door Yeah, when they're on tour Run up, corn, me be the opp next door From Letras Mania