Afghan Dan - Central Drive lyrics

[Intro] That's that Bengal spice Waiting for my six hot wings His egg fried rice I'd better- Know how we lads wang Yo, yo [Verse] If you want the Bs and the whites Catch him on Central Drive Outside Bengal Spice waiting for my six hot wings His egg fried rice Real life Late nights on the drive Like 'you good, bro? What you after?' Ask for my number, pull out my grafter Man said 'swear I've seen you before' Yeah I've probably jacked you Man already told 'em before If man's got what I'm after Maybe I- Maybe I- Yo Sometimes I sit back and think Well, why've I got all these punks in my way? Couldn't give a f** what they say Man's been hungry from day Head f**ed up from a young age But I still get about with a smile on Get back to my yard on a right one Night time, grab a three five and a light one Man already told 'em before 'Round here I'm the nice one Better bet you couldn't find one sick guy that I lied from And for that I thank prison 'Cause if I never went, true Where I went, true This skinny mixed-race yute would've gone missing 10 o' clock news business, television I'd have had all of my eaters pissing But nah, f** that I don't want to help accomplish their mission I'm trying to succeed More time, man's got a vision And I just want people to listen Without my fans, yeah wouldn't be me Spit like Devilman Dance like Dyl B's sis dry humping a tree It's a mad ting what I talk about it in my vids, that's true But you don't own me and I don't know you So what can you tell man? Yo, bare man wanna talk sh** about Afghan But they don't know me They don't know Dan but they know my team Hashtag TeamAfdan, yeah that's me And if you're from Fleetwood or Preston, go s** your mum Dun know, them man can't come around me It's a Blackpool ting every time I go in Blackpool ting every time I speak Is enough I sing every time I'm flowing Seaside ting, every time man jumped on the beach 'Round here we don't chat to police Get caught snitching, get a slash in your cheek Or worse than that Got a few man queuing in your bedrooms round here with a big hearse and that Little couple sick kids from Brum that'll make your bum run when they burst and that With a couple twisted Scousers that'll jack up your grandma's purse and that It gets worse than that Trust me, yeah [Outro] Jheeezus!