you look, Give a stage and a page from a check book, Did use a few G's to the police, Just to put a show on for the fans to see, If you listen the I'll
over the beat, No floors I tell a hater I love you loads, Tell a supporter I love you more, And they say I've changed, I say I'm making a change, I left
Where? London. London? London. London? Yes, London! You know: fish, chips cup o' tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins, London. Whoo Kid
To Go (Go), But You Keep Telling Me The Streets Are All You Know (Know), I Just Want A Better Life, But You Won't Breakaway. [Verse 1: Tinchy] It's A
your love to come from tomorrow Don't wait for your love to come from yesterday Your heart better skip a beat tomorrow Your heart better jump a beat
the lesser evil Weapons lethal as a Desert Eagle Now my lethal weapon won, you don?t get a sequel Verse 3: No eviction notice, still I?m homeless on a poets mission Not that I?m a
your margerie and homer kid. Rather beatin on the bitch, motify your quota bitch, PG bitches love me like I'm TCB and Polo bitch. norfitomic love me like a
, chasing girls with the money he made It was 1957, and love felt the same, love felt the same Frightened little girl, she makes a break Into the arms of? something better
, chasing girls with the money he made It was 1957, and love felt the same, love felt the same Frightened little girl, she makes a break Into the arms of... something better
on ya I'm like a psycho, I'm buggin on ya Once a day, I'm comin your way, to enter your brain and let a word remain, as a syllable Stuck deep inside
for your love to come from tomorrow Don't wait for your love to come from yesterday Your heart better skip a beat tomorrow Your heart better jump a beat
bar holdin it down need some (hot stuff) That's what I need yeah Sh-she wants it, I know you want me now She wants it, fresh outta London town She wants
[Dizze talking] So what you thinkin bout london city now aye, Who dya city love [Background] West London, South London. Im the london hustler a golden
switch to my macaroni with the cheese Let's rock French Monatana and Biggavelli Got a black ski mask and a black skelly I'll get 'em buried in a cemetary
