She was rocking Gucci sandals, he was rocking Prada sports I suppose nowadays it takes all sorts Everyone's a baller never been on a ball court Mind you don't fall short, listen to the whole report They'd be out kiting, clipping and shop lifting Or running around town on the underground dipping pockets Anything so they could make that profit They had both been to jail it didn't make them stop it It made them more wise for their crime enterprise They join both sides so they could move on the rise Cos now they got it lockеd, thumbs in all kinda pies Aiming straight for the prize Likе the limit was the sky They never taking cut backs and never compromise They'll talk to the bosses but not the small frys They'd be like don't take us for no Bonnie and Clyde This is a whole new millennium, a whole new ride
From brock to flossing don't really happen often Most yutes will end up in jail or in a coffin What would it really take to get it poppin Is it hustling, teefing, robbing or shottin?
She was raised by her four brothers And a dad that didn't love her cos he wouldn't stop pushing his hands under the cover She'd search in her heart for the love of her mother When she searched through the cupboards she was soon to discover A gun that would soon replace the love for her mum It put a bullet in her dad so she could get up and run away To those streets only seen as prey But now she's all grown up and she don't play She stands in Kings Cross shottin rocks all day With a brudda who she sometimes feel is gay He said nah I love to fuck nuff yattis in bed But I don't fuck with relationships they fuck with your head She just laughed and said hold it down blood nuff said Lets both go out on road so we can make mad bread And link the team So we can make mad cream And enjoy the dream And start flossin, nah wha I mean
From brock to flossing don't really happen often Most yutes will end up in jail or in a coffin What would it really take to get it poppin Is it hustling, teefing, robbing or shottin?
Plan on living forever ming Going out to n-yam up every ting Saying we can both grow old and forever bling Enjoying life for the finer things Like the house, the cars, the diamond rings And all them tings in store and more That's for sure With nothing less than champagne for us to pour Security surveillance, we got dogs at the door You might hold a two two, I might hold a four four We'll hold down a nice lickle house in the country With an off road jeep and a cupboard full of skunk trees A summer house by the beach And every now and then go and check for our London peeps To reflect back to the start of this paper chase And give back to the yutes on the council estates Show them how to turn their life around and live great Cos that's how we started in the first place
From brock to flossing don't really happen often Most yutes will end up in jail or in a coffin What would it really take to get it poppin Is it hustling, teefing, robbing or shottin?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.