Let me show you about bars
turned off yeh fam it's like dat when I'm on fruity loops,
downstairs mums watching Cat on a hot tin roof
mandem all chillin with a Cat and a hot thin spoon,
like big Olajide man I might box these youts,
weekend or a weekday man are like Drop these tunes
visuals on par with tracks give a shit about views,
look fresh right now get back with mudded up shoes,
that's right rudeboy I'd sound wack If I spat like you.
non uniform day yeh Jamie's pulling up mad,
bleed out on the pavement, outside school all cas'
coz that is the place council put mum and dad,
the mandem Face off as if they own the land,
irony same way touch down in Lagos fam,
man ain't gotta pay one penny or lift one hand,
yeh you could say they got cash or say they got mash,
Rudeboy plantain in my hand, chin chin in a bag
Turn the bass up man strictly bass up
Two tone, on the wheels tongue dropping down,
leave home, Only 3 to your name Mum Shouting!
on the Walkman turn that tape round,
matrix Nokia flick that out,
and in real life clock them how,
See through them like the new five pound
Behind the tints I'm there with a smile
That was the word then still is the word now,