Goldie Lookin Chain - Delivery Driver lyrics

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Goldie Lookin Chain - Delivery Driver lyrics

[intro] you gonna, you gonna fukin order the curry then or what? yeah, alright..pa** me the phone clart. y'wa...hang on mate.. wha**, wha...aw, say whats the fukin number, son yew aah, switch yer fukin phone on...c'mon..fukin, i'm staarvin' er, allo, allo..yeah, i i i'd like to order a f.. uh...a curry please, yeah er, chicken tikka ma**ala, er, 4....4 pila...pilau rice's ([background] - can i ave a naan bread) aw fukin 'ell..we gotta, fukin.. naan bread as well... uh, f.. keema nan..3...3 onion bhajis..er, fukin..an an some pepsi yeah, yeah spa..is ..its a takeaway. back in the port, stackin up yer bong havin a fukin laugh and still signing on i went to pick up a curry and they saw my capri i payed them in draw and the keema now its free the korma was wicked and it only cost a fiver and they asked me to become the new delivery driver the orders added up, two by fukin two i can sell draw when im delivering vindaloos when you're driving in town late at night fuk me clarts you see some sights wrecking it up in my capri delivering a chicken bhuna going into Maindee now you see me knocking out making a cut ill give you free madras if you keeps yer mouth shut ill bring you a curry and sell you the blow ill put hash mix in yer bombay potatoes [chorus] chicken tikka ma**ala chips and rice chicken tikka ma**ala chips and rice chicken tikka ma**ala chips and rice chicken tikka ma**ala chips and rice i delivered the mushroom biriani to this babysitter she invited me in and i fuked her up the sh**ter i took a lamb madras and a quarter to Brynglas my b**h got three ounces stuffed in her a** she s**ed me off and spat in the mint sauce you don't wanna know what she put in the main course chicken tikka ma**ala delivered to 56 cause the people there are pricks cause they never fukin tips i delivers the curry right down pill this bird 'ad no money so she gave me a f**ing thrilll i closed my eyes and made a wish i chucked my man milk up her fukin starfish i had 10 pints and smoked some crack now i gotta deliver a prawn dhansak i got to the house, i was sick on the doorstep but i made them pay cash cause i won't take a cheque [chorus] chicken tikka ma**ala chips and rice chicken tikka ma**ala chips and rice chicken tikka ma**ala chips and rice chicken tikka ma**ala chips and rice herbs and spices, deliver pills on ice i never get c-caught like in miami vice i get 'em really dodgy on the streets of the city deliverin' more draw than curry...which ain't a pity but when the filth pull me over on the hard shoulder i gives them LSD curry and a strawberry pavlova and i pays them off with all this cash that i rake in the girlies love me so i'm always flicking bacon all this mad funk, never fukin quits ever seen someone get fuked with a pneumatic drill in quik-fit? i doubt it clart, now gimme the fukin money this is some of the sh** i sees delivering curry [chorus] chicken tikka ma**ala chips and rice chicken tikka ma**ala chips and rice chicken tikka ma**ala chips and rice went down private-eyes and bought a special device it wasn't very long before i got an order wrong and my special bombay spuds turned this bloke into a mong he started complaining when he woke up cause it was three weeks later and he missed the world cup he got fuked off, i must've really bought his piss cause i got fired next time i went into the office they found my capri with the draw they had to seize fcuk this splew i'm off to work down the chinese