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 slavin’ far away
An’ why is it always on the weekend, noone 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 hood and shoot, man could
Never go nowhere with me cos I’m all on my own no pity
Spit like guilty mans in the sermon movin 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 shit?
Dontcha know what i mean man, deal wiv it
it’s always just the way we’re rolling
Your girl’s like fucked off on Smirnoff Ice
The big ones once or twice
never made no difference to me
A skinny little white runt with head lice
Never been better than money never been aw at least startin to see
I’ve always been around this town
Since the first day i was born
An’ 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 council since the first day in town
An’ nows the wind’s beating, cheating, falling to the floor when kids are bickering.
I’ve been bleeding, I’ve been losing
Where were you when i thought what I’m choosing
And if you aint better
A lala listen up I’m stressed cos I start man impress ya
And if you aint losing
Then you aint grooving…..
I’ll be down here on my own see when you come over we’ll be happy an’ you chat to me
I’ll be alright I’ll be alright
Dooby dah ah doobyda-ahh
Now I’ve been ah but I’m movin’
All around town all around and around
I’ve been grooving
I’ve been losin’
I’ve been alright choosin’
And now I’m back for the challenge
Oh the challenge that I’ve come back for
Now I’m on my train
Lighting up fuss, never gave me no game
& then the man says «wakey wakey» it’s morin’ time on the northern line
I’m alright bowling straight up to camden
All the way from North Faringdon
I’m gonna make sure I’ll be tired and i realise that’s inticing the right to
One stone so
An’ too much dough
And in my mind I’ve been sniffin up too much blow
And now I’m thinkin’ «aw I’ll never»
I 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’s so low
A whynot what’s to do?
A no-one really knows me cos no-one is as cool
Uh
I chat it back like you’ve never been a theif
I’m a thriller
Licence to kill double-seven I’m a killer
Killer killer
You want a killer? Never know me, ha.
It’s all that chat back an too much to the liver an’
I kick it back like a bitch 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 a tenant
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 an’ get better
Think they’re trend setters but they never play straight cos &
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’ve said so much what am I what am i what am I makes no sense no mo-o-o-ore,
mo-o-ore ah-oh mo-o-o-ore ooooh what am I oh-ow-oh well I don’t awwwww
Wheee an a dumdumday.
Uh uh uh uh
‘S like amarch in here
From the left to the right don’t stop no pity
Uh uh uh uh
‘S like a march in here
I think you’re so damn pretty
x 3
Some kids they’re chilling on corners
Out of order I think they’d all be better
t’ tie their laces, rat races, hit the pavement
Write yer own books & write yer own spell checkers
I’m on a better man chillin’ in my own room
Assume to accumelate shake whaserdate
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
An’ when i drink it down I drink it up
It fills my body and I feel freshed-up
I tick up the tester
Regulator
I’m a true man, shootin’, lootin’ no-one presuming
That everyone I know in here
Ah the dedication, my name ah J-T an’ I
Roll it down roll it down
Who wants to get themselves up?
Who’s goin’a her’s?
I’ll get it in louder
Ha
Your fingers
An’ can you smell that it lingers?
She’s a fat bitch but I’d still give her……..one.
I’m a-thinkin’, son
Where they from?
Ha — you bet they’re from London
Chasin’
Ah-la-da-da-da-da ah
That’s me finished…
See you later
Ciao Bella.
