Hey, how does this even start?
It starts like this now
Aye bruv, you already know where we're from fam
Oh, Western, stick em up and run, no Western
South London, stick em up and run, South London
Oh, Western, stick em up and run, no Western
South London, stick em up and run, South London
Run the city, it's a race and a sprint
I just want a majesty's cake and a mint
Royal, royal, we'll never be royal
But Lord knows it's all faking for you
I'm too cold, my blood don't boil
Burn my ashes, bury them in the soil
And grow a money tree, take all the currency you need
You need, you need to feel your greed
My face is in your face and your face is in disbelief
My face is in your face and let's face it, you're facing me
Taking me for a ***
We ain't having none of that ***
We can see through all of that ***
Oh, Western, stick em up and run, no Western
South London, stick em up and run, South London
Oh, Western, stick em up and run, no Western
South London, stick em up and run, South London
Look, she's got a loose neck and she might nick my life
Most say they don't bite
She's a biter
I think I like her, easy tiger
Much shorter, but a little bit older
She's norther, somebody's daughter
But course, I met her on South for the water
The Prince, poor part, kitchen porter
Moved to the bar, looking and I missed an order
Who's that? Excuse me, missed before ya
Walk past like that, can I get to know ya?
Light as a feather, sweet as a nut
She's got a nice face, I don't like her
But my boys say that I'm all over it
And what's the point, something that I'm supposed to get
Oh, Western, stick em up and run, no Western
South London, stick em up and run, South London
Oh, Western, stick em up and run, no Western
South London, stick em up and run, South London
Look, a few months past, for you that's fast
The fact's that more time too don't last
Can't be sure, if you don't ask
So what do you want me for, will you go halfs?
I don't do those class, I look, don't touch
They're in a state, cause they took so much
I don't judge front covers, but the book's so rough
Uh, the book's so rough
Read it, I'm weak, the devil's in the details
These girls aren't like all other females
I can't just stick em up and run
Good things last, better listen to mum
Oh, Western, stick em up and run, no Western
South London, stick em up and run, South London
Oh, Western, stick em up and run, South London