Everything proper JĆ¼rgen Klopper Big mac whopper Royston Cropper We got the live
Have you seen Clive? ItĀ“s twenty past five HeĀ“s off his rocker Came with nought-point-eight of the dizz Might have three-point-five of the proper, chopper Football sticker swapper Used to nick fifty P out your locker
Realer, realer AinĀ“t got to be a big drug dealer IĀ“m on the street like Rita We run the thing like Julius Cesar Wheel up, wheel up Bounce to the beat, donĀ“t seize up Hands in the air with your keys up CanĀ“t see me, John Cena
Hopped in, popped out Twenty for the watch now Bossed out Never should of dropped out Tryna live my best life Baddy she from uptown Catch me on that main stage I just come and shutdown Then I mix that drink with the drink Got me sinkinĀ“ them in Bada boom, bada bing Raise the roof when IĀ“m in Got that club on box Got that shit locked off Know that whip trip tron I like my shit tip top Last night was a write off, oh my days Five-six-eight and that five-star flake
Mum said, "When you gonna act your age?" We run shit, pull up in that blacked-out Range We paid Told the boys, "Tonight thereĀ“s no violence Yo, let bygones be bygones" Little baddy at the bar I got my eyes on VIP booths, sheĀ“s mine if I want
Wheeler (Ayy), dealer (Ayy) WhatĀ“s good, geezer? (Jheeze) Five-star food in a Fila Pull up with Bad Boy Chiller in a Beamer We got Tina (Yeah), Sheila (Yeah) Selina (Yeah), Trina (Yeah) DonĀ“t want to be a Justin Bieber I was in the club by the side of the speaker Raver, skanker Sarah, Samantha
I was in the street like Blanka Ten missed calls and I still didnĀ“t answer (No way) WhatĀ“s good, gangster? Disco (Ayy) dancer (Ayy) I call it weed, my Mum calls it ganja Tour-bus life, call me a bus wanker
Realer, realer AinĀ“t got to be a big drug dealer IĀ“m on the street like Rita We run the thing like Julius Cesar Wheel up, wheel up Bounce to the beat, donĀ“t seize up Hands in the air with your keys up CanĀ“t see me, John Cena
IĀ“m not a gangster, IĀ“m a charva
New whip, new grip, new clarva IĀ“m not a gangster, IĀ“m a charva I put the money in the bag, then I scarper Bradford to Cardiff, who came to party? Bad Boy Chillers make the crowd go barmy B-Barmy army Eighth of the charlie Three days straight, IĀ“m StarvinĀ“ Marvin
RunninĀ“ from the police, so I hopped the bus I just drank ten cans and IĀ“m off my nut Said IĀ“d drink ten more, but the shops are shut ItĀ“s about time that I stopped the drugs But I canĀ“t Ā“cause every time the party starts I just pull up with the boys in a chorey car Woke up still drunk and I canĀ“t be arsed Quick brew, then itĀ“s pints down the Toby CarvĀ“
Realer, realer AinĀ“t got to be a big drug dealer IĀ“m on the street like Rita We run the thing like Julius Cesar Wheel up, wheel up Bounce to the beat, donĀ“t seize up Hands in the air with your keys up CanĀ“t see me, John Cena Realer, realer AinĀ“t got to be a big drug dealer IĀ“m on the street like Rita We run the thing like Julius Cesar Wheel up, wheel up Bounce to the beat, donĀ“t seize up Hands in the air with your keys up CanĀ“t see me, John Cena