It's time to kick it once more from the boys who toke draw Don't mess with us clarts cos we're fukin' hardcore You thought the chain were ill, now we're fukin' much sicker These tunes'll need more than a parental warning sticker
Barrow Balls is back, and as mad as can be He'll break your fukin' face like Mo-hammed Ah-li But let's talk about me, Adam Hussain One of the maddest looking fu'kers from the Goldie Lookin' Chain
'Don't Blame the Chain' really started the ignition Now ever fu'ker gives us the deserved recognition The chain are back again like we said before You know the crew who likes to smoke the fuk'n draw
We've been quiet for a while and now we're fuk'n back Trying to shag the birds but escape the fuk'n clap We're sick as fcuk and ryer now The kings of 'Port hip hop so take a fuk'n bow
So if you wanna go, then bring on the action But you don't wanna Goldie Lookin' Chain reaction
Hussain's ripping it up, Y2K style plus two, innit
Like Lillets, or Always Ultra with Wings, we're the Goldie Lookin' Chain and we're running things Like Lillets, or Always Ultra with Wings, we're New and Improved and we're running things
This time shit's real so let me kick the fuk'n facts With rhymes and beats so tight they'll bring you to climax We're the hip hop kings of the P - O - R - T Like I say clarts, we're the G L C
Benwaballs composed us some new tunes for the millenium Xain lays the tracks and 2 Hats start the rebellion We're fu'ked in the end but really must maintain We're better than Vanilla Ice, we're the Goldie Lookin' Chain
Ha ha! Fuk'n Adam Hussain here aka Benny Blanco here. Clart, if you needs the fuk'n draw, you come and fuk'n sees me, innit, right? Fuk'n knows it.
This is the time so let the shit rhyme We're the GLC and fcuked in the mind Benwaballs skits, crazy as can be He'll fcuk you up and down n worse than Bruce fuk'n Lee
Some clarts get birds with the muscles they can flex But Xain gets tit-tosss spinning his decks 2000AD couldn't give a toss As long as he gets to see the girlie's pantie-moss
Like Lillets, or Always Ultra with Wings, we're the Goldie Lookin' Chain and we're running things Like Lillets, or Always Ultra with Wings, we're New and Improved and we're running things
This new bad-ass shit will give you a fukin' thrill Crank up the fukin' bass and take a drive down Pil When we started up, people thought we we're taking the piss But we've evolved like a butterfly from a chrysalis
They've been out of the country, now for a while Missing the fresh tunes and the fukin' free-style Our cocks are bigger than sticks of salami Cos we're the generals of this 'Port hip hop army
Listen to this shit and copy one after one By this time next year it'll go platinum Get smoked up clart, in a fuk'n haze And demand our shit over fuk'n TJs
Oi clart, don't forget my fukin' four pack of stella and fukin' rizlas, innit, alright?
I see all this mad shit, every fcukin' day Stretching from the gear to Pil and Allway(?) People say we're nuts and that needs addressing I ain't messing, clarts, this shit's got me fuk'n stressing
I ain't confessin' to whether I smokes the fuk'n resin But still impressin the girlies when they see me Bouncing down the road in my low ride capri
With my ganja in the back and main D-Lee Fuk with us and you'll be in the obituaries Cos every fu'cker knows we're the GLC
Yeah, that's right, it's Adam Hussain he back and this time he's pissed off. Fuk'n you knows it. Big respect to Benny Blanco. In the house tonight.
Fuk'n knows it, that's right. Adam Hussain. Fuk'n there, in your fuk'n face. Listen to the fuk'n tunes. You fuk'n knows it, leisurewearer!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
