The Boppers - Twang lyrics

Intro Dettwork south east Yeah yeah yeah yheah Original south London trooper Blak Twang, live from the big smoke Thames link, London connections Watch the ride or watch the bus Verse 1 Its like this and this and that All accross the map I chit-chat with a UK-Blak twang when I rap Layin down facts like british rail tracks co*kney rhymin slang, and black conundrums dem pun the dungeon This is how I function in London From Newcross to Picadilly circus From tower blocks accross the circuit No surplus no deficit No more no less If its southeast or northwest or shredded wheat or EAST From Old kent road to Ladbroke grove I lay low Handle most of my biz on my cellular dog and bone We pa** through, Elephant and Castle Take the backstreets to save the hastle Deliverin a parcel, Over The bridge and through the tunnel Beyond the horizen Where the sky scrapers meet the sky linin My eyes on the prize seen Not the pot of gold At the end of the rainbow I want the bumbaclot doh So I can go up town, and spend Dem queens heads in the west end Check some beans wiv my bredrin dem Lean from getting prenged all weekend Wreckin mics and collectin cheques Its that rudeee from the east end... Chorus OI this strictly for the rudebwoys in London Worldwide in suburbs and inner city dungeons Boppers and sweets mackin up the high street Never eat shreded wheat in Dettwork Southeast OI this strictly for the rudebwoys in London All sorts of suburbs and inner city dungeons Boppers and sweets mackin up the high street Never eat shreded wheat in Dettwork Southeast Verse 2 I keep it rougher with my accent No play actin Strikly UK black ting Asian and anglo-saxon Now hear whappen when im rappin Peace to all the people in Clapham and all the barbers cuttin pattens My visions of the streets Vividly rigid like a poor mans hangups Paintin pictures in rhymes like Van Gough, I stand tuff Black like my afro No dandruff No head and shoulders No bleach no rollers keep your hands off Directly Travelcards get me from here to anywherever my destination be Yeah yeah you get me, s**y Buffalo ???????? up in my focus They used to push a mini but now they ridin in lotus Bible bashers and crack smokers Purves, snatchers and posers Bald headed braids walkin round like Isaac Hayes Black moses Old fogees with cold bogey, ya runny noses lookin hopeless TAKE NOTICE Chorus Verse 3 Now if I ain't in Brixton you might catch me up in Hackney A riddim role Scopin all the girls in the jungle clothes Moschino, Versace, and Polo Many police shirts, with Ralph Lauren labels Buyin dem bagels Then I head up norht to Seven Sisters See m**ms doin business Jahovas witnesses handin out leaflets Its an everyday routine If you get my meanin Steamin Robbin and stealin, in west ealin Champagne bubblin from London to Dublin Mudlin? I merchandise my service up in scotland Commin tru commin tru like a british rail train Its Blak Twang holdin up for the domain You'no'w'mean.... Chourus repeated.... GOOOOD work London SE8 All rudbwoy you know fe big up your state Deeeeettwork London SE8 Blak Twang crew you know fe lick up your gate Chorus repeated..... Outro Ya na mean, mind the gap old chap (HA) Stand clear of the doors Its that hardcore commin through Blak Twang up in your area Dettwork Southeast.... Its the brand new lick