Mother talks to you like nothing is better
Than you going out on a Tuesday
Well I'm not sure what to do
But man I swear man I'm slaving far away
And why is it always on the weekend, there's no one ever about to shout
Are people working too hard, or drinking too hard?
As a matter of fact, I'm never quite sure
A blaze it down & pull yourself up
Pull yourself right to the hook a shook man, crooks
Never go no where with me cos I'm all on my own no pity
Spit like guilty man's in the sermon moving around of this place like you never did learn 'em
I shake myself down
And rattle myself out
And put myself on the line to dry
And why is it New Years Eve is always sh**?
Don't ya' know what I mean man, deal with it
It's always just the way we're rolling
Your girl's that f**ed off a Smirnoff Ice
I think once, twice or thrice
Never made no difference to me
A skinny little white runt with head lice
Never been better than money never been aw at least starting to see
I've always been around this town
Since the first day I was born
And I've been losing frequencies and losing sound and losing everything and I squandered it all and
I've been hit up I've been around
I've been in the dance halls since the first day in town
And now I been beating, cheating, falling to the floor when kids are kicking
I've been a bleeding, I've been a losing
Where are you man I thought what I'm choosing
And if you ain't better
A lala listen up to test as I start man impress ya
And if you ain't losing
Then you ain't grooving.....
I'll still be down here on the low quays, send your girl over and she'll blatantly chat to me
I been over and I been over, you've been down and you've been down
Now I've been ah but I'm moving
All around town all around and around
I've been grooving
I've been losing
I've been all around choosing
And now I'm back for the challenge
Who wants a challenge that I want no more
Now I'm on my train
Life in the fast lane,never gave me no game
And then the man says "wakey wakey", it's morning time on the Northern Line
I'm alright bowling straight up to Camden
All the way from your Farringdon
I'm gonna make sure I'm a bit tired and I realise that inciting a riot to
One stone throw An' too much dough
And all my mans are sniffing up too much blow
And I'm-a thinking, "aw I'll never"
I'll sever it up before I think about forever and I
Chat it back to the people I used to know
Kick it back cos I'm rolling it solo
A-why not, what's to the beef?
And no-one really knows me so no-one is a chief
I chat it back like you've never been a thief
I'm a thriller
Licence to ill, double-seven I'm a k**er
k**er k**er
A what you k**-a? Never know me, ha
It's all that chat back and too much of that never rack(?)
I kick it back like a b**h slap right to myself in the mirror
Kick it back thinner
Maybe my shirt don't fit no more
A hardcore man think he can fight up the law
Shackled to the tenants
Now he never work no more on the floor
Dedication to why all
Now I see back to the further
Now it comes back looser than ever
Some kids they think them get better
Think they're trend setters but they never pacemakers and
What am I?
What am I?
What am I in my own dear eyes?
A-what am I?
What am I?
What am I in my own dear eyes?
What am I?
What am I?
What am I in my own dear eyes?
I say so much, what am I, what am I, what am I, what am I, makes no sense no mo-o-o-ore
Uh uh uh uh
'S like a march in here
From the left to the right, stop your feet
Uh uh uh uh
It's like a march in here
People stomp your feet (x3)
Some kids they're chilling on corners
Out of order, I think they'd all be better
Tie their laces, rat races, hit the pagers
Write your own books & write your own spell checkers
I'm on a better man, chilling in my own room
Assume to accumulate, shake to sedate
Drink it down much quicker
A glug-glug-glug on my liquor and I feel much better
Talk to me about violence
Never know me, I sit further in silence
And when I drink it down I drink it up
It fills my body and I feel fresher
I tick up the tester
Regulator
I'm a two man, shooting, looting
Now I'm presuming
That everyone a-knowing me
Ah the dedication, man they into J-T an' I
Roll it down roll it down
Who wants to hit yourselves up?
Who's got the uppers?
A-give 'em here, man I'm done
Ha
Click your fingers
Can you smell that, it lingers?
She's a fat b**h but I'd still give her........one
I'm a cheeky, son
Where they from?
Ha - they're from ya old London
Chasin'
Ah-la-da-da-da-da ah
That's me finished...
See you later
Ciao Bella