The Collingwood Twins - Jalou/Basement/Jalou lyrics

(Gibdog argues with a bouncer about getting into Jalou) [Gibdog] What's a boy to do, what's a boy to do? Get a co*ktail? Hell make it two Get my Q card baby you can jump the queue... Guess where I am... Did you guess right? No stress night Me and Coleby looking fresh and we dressed like (ugh) Two of the rap game's greatest f** it man, that's probably why they hate us Slammed my Q card on he dashboard Drive my motherf**ing Benzo and push the gas hard Park illegally outside the monument Police don't stop me, don't want no argument Man, I'm up in that Basement And Gladdaz drops a wobbly Spending all of my dough like Circa '96 Rob Lee Yo Coleby's downing stops no one can stop him Tell Richard Semmence to get his a** in Gotham x2 [Colebycakez] I'm in Jalou necking Cookie Monsters I see some girls...they want us I'm on the dance floor, sipping on a Stella Bouncer comes across and says 'no drinks fella' (scoffs) So I look him in the eye, down the bottle till it's dry...then I EAT THE fu*kING BOTTLE Pulling all sorts of models Standing in Basement dressed in all leather Coleby making it rain like the f**ing British weather [Gibdog] Sick Me and Coleby hit Basement for a second dance Then it's back to Jalou I guess the bouncer deserves a second chance Not his fault he wasn't down with the...crew We got the numbers up, bouncer shows me the door We got some manager, we got the Jordan Key to the door Knees to the floor, girls s*ut dropping us And when the beat drops, there ain't no stopping us Coleby on the Jagers, I'm on the trebles Like a couple of young rebels Wrong on so many levels Had to let us in it was dead in the place Left the bouncer looking red in the face x2 Ha ha Coleby are you awake? Put the Jagers down, take the mic [Colebycakez] (Coleby drunkenly slurs his lyrics) Sitting here in Franky and Benny's She makes my heart burn I need some Rennies She's eating a steak, I'm eating pasta Living the fast life but could never move past her... Waiter... Hater Swag Part 3, this life is a party La-di-da-di-da-di, you can't out smart me I'm the ish, you can't outfart me Bottle of bubbles in my right hand Coleby the right man, aight man I'm saying I'm the man And if this life is a beach, I'm playing in the sand I don't know why I got sober from spitting on this beat That's the effect music has on you It's a sobering thought haha