Five Man Army Massive Attack

[Verse 1: Willy Wee]
Trendy Wendy, you know what I mean?
Hangin' around with the girl who's rolling up her jeans
She watches her street cred 'cause she's no dummy
Still rockin' the microphone and now she's calling me a honey
Says, "I know what I want, don't move with thugs
With house parties, hip hop, and smoking drugs."
And whoever's been the boss, she's down with 'em
She's always on time 'cause the girl got rhythm
To avoid no complications I'll give some information
About a certain location under Paddington Station
'Cause when I host my show I avoid the girl called Lola
Who's more po-po-popular than the drink they call it Coca Cola
I'm just practice posing face is shaded in black
Is dominating as my color, the massive attack
Right now I hit it, kick it, flow smooth, hit middle wicket

[Verse 2: Tricky & Willy Wee]
I take a small step now it's a giant stride
People say I'm loud, why should I hide?
Only had a small taste, so, what a waste
I'm quietly observed though it's not my space
Bottom end's heavy, you know we're never even
People call me Tricky for a particular reason
I've got you, see, and I've got to let you know
See we're rockin' in your area rock beneath your balcony
My baby just cares for me, well, that's funny
Her touch tickles especially on my tummy
Now, who's got the microphone? Now, who's honey?