Lyrics:
at Dunbar
But how are we to get there
Without a motorcar?"
"Well Barney dear be of good cheer I'll
Tell you what we'll do
The British, they are plentiful
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes
As the sound of motorcars fades in the night
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes
As the sound of motorcars fades in the night
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes
As the sound of motorcars fades in the night
hot weather
I was a candidate for club 18-30
but I've been through all that shit before
British people in hot weather
That's it, I'm looking
Swimmin' in palm oil out here
King of all blacks, I eat human hearts
I let things fall apart, motorcars rustin' in the garage
Granadillas wild
zones,
We got white van man, and British pork,
And some people so thick they can't even talk.
Nothing ever really happens around here [x3]
Just smoking,
Won't be won't be long till i take off
And have all these girls tryna show me what there made of
Surrounded by cake just like the great british bake
to the queen of England
Fish and chips i be on this shit
Diamonds legit, yo girl boutta hit
I'm with J, and her teeth she bit
In a club, it's boutta get lit
Gertcha, when me mother says he can't go down the pub
Gertcha, sister's boyfriend putting sister up the club
Gertcha, when the tomcats, when they're
Gertcha, when me mother says he can't go down the pub
Gertcha, sister's boyfriend putting sister up the club
Gertcha, when the tomcats, when they're
There's no point in just mouthing the words.
The token tantrums just aren't enough,
Nor is speed and weed and the Positive Creed.
Exclusive clubs where
dey call her over
She give me no answer
She got the club banging
It's another banger
My bros they stare
Who's this fine dancer
Alpha woman
She be
It's a life of opportunity
But none of them so bleak
As the feeling you're the only one
In a game of hide and seek
I can't fix no motorcar
I can't
perish
I dey avoid see finish
If I dey talk e dey sound like I dey, speak British o wo
Won wa me wa me Kiri, na who God wan punish
Seat your ass down, man
Hennessy in ma cup
Hennessy in ma cup
Champagne in ma body
When I hit the club
Mon it's time to party
Honey in the back lookin real sexy
Got
Wish I could turn my hotel into a strip club
I'd invite everybody
Wish I could turn my hotel into a strip club
And have all those women round me
Touchdown griddy
Dance on em when I'm winning
Came home late
With a fresh new date man I'm good
Lookin that great
Maybe I should go back to the club
One kid
Kinja was the name of the
Island when it was British
The actual name was King
George The Third Island
But the islanders shortened that to
Kinja now
certain clubs, you still can glimpse
Matured or embryonic Blimps
Vivaciously speculating as to what became of who
They order pites and call for choder
Welcome to our club, we don't mind what you ride, be it sports-bike, cruiser or commuter
Classic, bagger, chopper, bobber, cafe-racer,
certain clubs, you still can glimpse
Matured or embryonic Blimps
Vivaciously speculating as to what became of who
They order pites and call for choder
wear your prison clothes
Nor as common convicts pose
We are soldiers, this is war
British justice, Satan's whore
To make me wear a uniform
Have to nail
on working
Up inna the club girl them are twerking Champagne and Hennessy man a drinking
Big ballers for me left and me right Pretty girl them them a bubble
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