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