Looptroop Rockers - Spraycan Stories lyrics

spraycan stories is the jam's title reminiscing on many a days of being a writer getting chased raided but mostly getting sh** painted a pain in society's a** 'cause they hate it spraycan stories is the jam's title reminiscing on many a days of being a writer getting chased raided but mostly getting sh** painted ay yo graff can't be faded a couple of years ago me and my man went out of town to rack up some cans 'cause sh** it got hot here in västerås it was time to dress up in our best racking clothes in my jacket i could take eight cans if sh** was smooth four more in my pants that adds up to twelve so i guess you could tell we had high expertasions that sh** would go well we went to catch the train at the train station we didn't pay the fare we only paid attention to avoid any situation of confrontation with the law and i saw nothing that arose my suspicion so the mission was on we soon reached our destination didn't know what we was facin'or what was waitin' for us - as we entered in the gas station took a look around everything seemed easy matter of fact sh** was so cool that we was freezin' we saw the cans and they had us made open had no id an undercover was scopin checking us out from behind this shelf as me and nob started racking up as hell after a while i had to get out to empty out my jacket so i could come back in and do some more racking then i saw this man in the corner of my eye i started walking faster he started to jog so i ran frantically and threw away my burden he was shoutin' "stop him" like i commited murder but nobody got in my way though i guess i was lucky he hopped inside the car and drove up right next to me hopped up beside me screamed "i got yoy my friend" well i kept on running and got ahead again he kept on chasin' me for like a kilometer it was k**ing me unless i had a chance to take a breather either i get busted or i find a place to hide the first building on my left i dipped inside mad tired but i made it up the stairs picked out the window at the top and believe me i got scared when i saw him walking by on the street beneath i was breathin' heavily and hurting from my knees please don't let this motherf**er catch me i thought to myself cause my parents won't be happy when he entered the buildin' next to mine i thought i was safe then he came back out and headed straight for my hiding place i thought f** now i'm stuck like a mouse in a mouse trap manifested as this house i couldn't get out i rang the doorbell hopin' someone would open and let me in without questions but nobody was home and that was only to the better 'cause if someone had opened the door the undercover would have heard and the noise and then come up there but instead he stayed downstairs and just stared up the stair waitin' then went on his way but i stayed and everytime i heard a car accelerate or hit the breaks i thought the cops were comin to causerie me and set me straight for the grand theft but nothing happened for like an hour so i left for the train station my man was there waitin' i saw something was goin' on so i asked him is something wrong and i couldn't believe my ears when i heard him respond word is born that undercover svan grabbed me instead of you and made me pay a fine so this rhyme is dedicated to my man nob i got mad love from the sub to the above for you 'cause you kept your mouth shut when they wanted my name now that's a true friend so when you need help with anything any day just give me a call i'll come over right away spraycan stories is the jam's title reminiscing on many a days of being a writer getting chased raided but mostly getting sh** painted a pain in society's a** 'cause they hate it spraycan stories is the jam's title reminiscing on many a days of being a writer getting chased raided but mostly getting sh** painted ay yo graff can't be faded