Skints (The)
Contemplations of the Modern Rudeboy
Why waste time standing in the dole queue line,when I can have a life of crime?Wave goodbye to that boring nine to fiveAnd all I see is more police out on beat,more and more CCTV, ya dun see me blud,controlling these streetsI'd risk 25 to life for the price of my time in a vain-up attempt while they all get byI'm another example of a wasted young mind but I need to get shot of this green and the whiteThings like that shouldn't be talked aboutWhy go school, when I can do sweet Fuck all?Just buy myself a big fat tool, rudeboy you could learn a thing or twoI'm lickin' shots like a lollipop,shottin' rocks like a KalashnikovIt's standard ting, I ain't lost the plot,so when I hot you up, you're best to tell me what you goMessin' with me, rudeboy, could be your biggest mistakeCatch me from Hackney E8 out to Broadmead EstateDon't go to the gym, but I'm holdin' the weight so don't watch how I do 'cause I sure ain't your mateThese are my contemplationsDub, sweat and tearsDon't hold no fear
From Letras Mania