Lyrics:
go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting in death row you can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Ooh, guns of Brixton the money
Brixton Boy is from South London
He ain't from the North the East or the West
My Brixton Boy is from South London
He ain't from the North the East
of Brixton
The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell
You see, he feels like Ivan
of Brixton
The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell
You see, he feels like Ivan
of Brixton
The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell
You see, he feels like Ivan
of Brixton.
The money feels good, and your life you like it well...
But surely your time will come, as in heaven, as in hell.
You see, he feels like Ivan,
Brixton, Baixada
O que as paredes pichadas tem pra me dizer
O que os muros sociais tem pra me contar
Porque aprendemos tão cedo a rezar
Porque
(Verse 1)
Listen up, I'm from Brixton, where the streets are cold and grimy
Where the bass in the music hits you hard, it's London city
Where
(Yo 3lack, what the hell, man?)
(50cal mixed it)
Welcome to Brixton
I'm in the party with barbies and drillas (drillas)
The kickback mad
go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting in death row
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'd have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
The money
go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting in death row
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
MORNING IN BRIXTON LYRICS
Morning in Brixton
Such a lovely day
The windows gleam the sunshine
Why did you go away?
And your heart is like a mystery
benz blood be red I
Think you need some stitches baby I be
Count pound like London
Think my shooter out in Brixton
While my gold slug pissin'
Like Juelz
In here my Brixton briefcase (yea)
From across the pond
London's burning (yea)
But the beat goes on
Feel my power (power)
The electric life
Brixton girls dem ah pat the pum pum
Dem ah whine up dem waist, dem ah pat the pum pum
Queens dem girls dem ah pat the pum pum
Dem ah whine up dem
of Brixton
The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell
You see, he feels like Ivan
go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
The money
Brixton getdown
Shoreditch bagels
Whatcha get now
Better order lox
Rock around red rocks
In crocs without socks
Might have to talk box
This track
Ehh
Coloured girl from Brixton
She Ellen Pompeo
She loves the bling bling
Sayed she want Shanell
Wanna take her out
But she won't go without her
Black man i tell you, say
Mi cyaan take di war over Brixton
Mi say, mi cyaan take di war over Brixton
For mi say, London di capital fi a England
Say,
of Brixton
The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell
You see, he feels like Ivan
gonna go ?
Shot down on the pavement or waiting on death row
You can crush us, you can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to, oh, the guns of Brixton
of Brixton
The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell
You see, he feels like Ivan
The youths of Eglinton
Won't put down their Remington
The youth of Brixton
They bave their 45 Smith and
Wesson pistol pistol
The youth
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