Jurgen Kropper

Everything proper Jürgen Klopper Big mac whopper Royston Cropper We got the live Have you seen Clive? It's twenty past five He's off his rocker Came with nought-point-eight of the dizz Might have three-point-five of the proper, chopper Football sticker swapper Used to nick fifty P out your locker Realer, realer Ain't got to be a big drug dealer I'm on the street like Rita We run the thing like Julius Cesar Wheel up, wheel up Bounce to the bеat, don't seize up Hands in the air with your kеys up Can't see me, John Cena Hopped in, popped out Twenty for the watch now Bossed out Never should of dropped out Tryna live my best life Baddy she from uptown Catch me on that main stage I just come and shutdown Then I mix that drink with the drink Got me sinking them in Bada boom, bada bing Raise the roof when I'm in Got that club on box Got that shit locked off Know that whip trip tron I like my shit tip top Last night was a write off, oh my days Five-six-eight and that five-star flake Mum said, "When you gonna act your age?" We run shit, pull up in that blacked-out Range We paid Told the boys, "Tonight there's no violence Yo, let bygones be bygones" Little baddy at the bar I got my eyes on VIP booths, she's mine if I want Wheeler (Ayy), dealer (Ayy) What's good, geezer? (Jeez) Five-star food in a Fila Pull up with Bad Boy Chiller in a Beamer We got Tina (Yeah), Sheila (Yeah) Selina (Yeah), Trina (Yeah) Don't want to be a Justin Bieber I was in the club by the side of the speaker Raver, skanker Sarah, Samantha I was in the street like Blanka Ten missed calls and I still didn't answer (No way) What's good, gangster? Disco (Ayy) dancer (Ayy) I call it weed, my Mum calls it ganja Tour-bus life, call me a bus wanker Realer, realer Ain't got to be a big drug dealer I'm on the street like Rita We run the thing like Julius Cesar Wheel up, wheel up Bounce to the beat, don't seize up Hands in the air with your keys up Can't see me, John Cena I'm not a gangster, I'm a charva New whip, new grip, new clarva I'm not a gangster, I'm a charva I put the money in the bag, then I scarper Bradford to Cardiff, who came to party? Bad Boy Chillers make the crowd go barmy B-Barmy army Eighth of the Charlie Three days straight, I'm Starving Marvin Running from the police, so I hopped the bus I just drank ten cans and I'm off my nut Said I'd drink ten more, but the shops are shut It's about time that I stopped the drugs But I can't 'cause every time the party starts I just pull up with the boys in a chorey car Woke up still drunk and I can't be arsed Quick brew, then it's pints down the Toby Carve Realer, realer Ain't got to be a big drug dealer I'm on the street like Rita We run the thing like Julius Cesar Wheel up, wheel up Bounce to the beat, don't seize up Hands in the air with your keys up Can't see me, John Cena Realer, realer Ain't got to be a big drug dealer I'm on the street like Rita We run the thing like Julius Cesar Wheel up, wheel up Bounce to the beat, don't seize up Hands in the air with your keys up Can't see me, John Cena