My rap tunes prove I get movement out of a statue
Is that true?
No it's not true it's matter of fact, fool
Even the cooler than cool is cracking a capsule
But I take a few of the foolish back into rap school
With every tight rhyme
Penning my lines
Drinking very fine wine
Until it's beddy-bye time
Take step into my mind
And run around my maze
And you'll find out what it's like
When you're around my way
People wonder how I stay afloat with sharks around the water
I just tell them head for the market round the corner
And ask around for Paula
Ask her how she bought herself apartments out in dorset(?)
Selling carpets out a Corsa
And then's there Donna too
She looks like that model Hoots
But not as cute
She made a lot of loot
Selling rotten fruit
Do what you gotta do is the motto round here
So people make money though there's not a lot around here
[Hook] That's what it's like when you're around my way
[Verse 2] Yo at the local off licence
The owner's not right
He'll grab a broomstick and use it on two kids screaming 'stop violence'
In a minute saying 'don't come and play around me'
But the villain makes a k**ing out of under-aged alkies
And at the launderette where money might get laundered
They can't clean nothing, I swear there's mud inside the water
And trust me, I should warn ya
The price is only right if you don't mind your clothes coming back a couple sizes smaller
We got a betting shop opposite a betting shop
So we bet a lot on which one will pull all the bettings off
The net caff stays packed as a prison cell
So it's no wonder why the rappers are missing cells (?)
And the grocery store, yeah they don't even insure (?)
Still they try to roll like they poor
Soon as you go in the door
You see a big fat roach on the floor
Next to a crisp packet look like it's been open before
[Hook] That's what it's like when you're around my way
[Verse 3] At the barber's shop
They laugh a lot
Cause every barber's got at least one car that's hot
And nuff bling bling on a gla**y watch
Each one of them are crazier than crazy
See they're cool, but I wouldn't let them fade me if you paid me
The post office go on like they're most honest
Still people cashing cheques come out there with broke pockets
Never let the dentist check your bad teeth
They've got the same people queuing up there every damn week
Just like the Job Centre
Where those nearly on the rocks end up
They disappearing when they the cops enter
You see the police do nothing when they see them lurking
Ask why, they'll probably say it's these people keep them working
[Hook] That's what it's like when you're around my way