Golf

'84 disrespect, kicked his door Grabbed the cash from bedside draw And the little stash under the bedroom floorboard See his uncle George Built like a brick and I thank the Lord (Jesus) I weren't fat back in the day So I could move fast when it come to crunch '89 Sunday lunch, pint, fag, plate full of munch Fist full of rings, pricey punch It ain't Pimms o'clock when a bloke gets slumped Out in cunch '91 had a big old bando Two Guard dogs, Dave and his Rambo He's in the can like Rubicon mango Ball and chain, Normie walked free but he lost his brain '92 villa in Spain Travelling Europe, private planes Time flies '95 cut those ties Got a mate who works in the bakers Pull out the mash and I'll make you a pie (Sweeney) '96 Stan got nicked, found his stash In the back of the brand-new motor Car chase and the whole thing crashed Collecting debts Wars with the London Met '98 case got blown I went home and I cried in bed (trust me) Wanna talk about cases Gotta hold my peace Been caught red-handed Never ran from the bleeding police I drove that motor The Peugeot with the dented doors Now I'm chauffeured Only drive on the golfing course Carb on the kitchen counter, powder Dropped in a pot, got spun like hands on the wheel of the Beamer Two blocks in when an opp got clocked Rolled so many boys in a fag it's mental Should have been paid by Benson and Hedge Try taking the food from my plate And end up left with a plate in your head Top stays left down so they know who's driving Opp blocks get shot down in the daylight Perfect timing Wife's done cooking the batch and the nits wanna try this food Done so many days up country Wife sent over some home cooked meals That's fresh off the stove Straight down to the man's bare hands, it's an uncooked deal Can't stop 'cause the line keeps pinging The nits keep bringing the paper Went down Spoons on a Friday Came home Monday, three days later What do you know about sticks? What do you know about lasers? What do you know about punching a fed off a horse And getting tasered? I don't really care what people say I don't really watch what them lot do (nah) Still I gotta stick to the cash like glue I'm a big Sean Paul fan too Wanna talk about cases Gotta hold my peace Been caught red-handed Never ran from the bleeding police I drove that motor The Peugeot with the dented doors Now I'm chauffeured Only drive on the golfing course Bazooka kicked his face then I smashed his brain And I broke his back (muppet) I took his phone and then switched provider and gave it back I ripped his balls off for a quick game of hacky-sack Smash and grab Birkin bag When I flipped them packs and I make that cash I was locked in a cell and I took those Ls to hell and back (nothing) I can't see nowt In a blind rage when I fight ten man ('av him) Try jacking the lad, throwing their fists and I'm throwing 'em back Dumping the dough in a bag Jump in a cab and I'm off to my Dad's This place ain't friendly, it's all full of goons and ghosts Used to roll with my family, licked off the food like a Sunday roast But they're all dead now And I pray they rest in peace (RIP) And when I find that twat He'll get carved up like a piece of meat (like a piece of meat) PTSD I've been through the pain and the hardest times Now I've got no feelings, racked ketamine like county lines And I might take time When I see that handsome woman (hello!) Miss with the finest legs and the sweetest back and the largest bosom Wanna talk about cases Gotta hold my peace Been caught red-handed Never ran from the bleeding police I drove that motor The Peugeot with the dented doors Now I'm chauffeured Only drive on the golfing course