[Adam]
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Believe the hype I'm la roast beef,
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Wanna stereotype I got wonky teeth,
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I stand proud on the white cliffs of Dover,
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Soon to (Suited to?) have a wank til it's all over,
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Yeah the weather's intermittent I'll admit,
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And we grow wet weekends what are the shit,
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But I love it, in a special way I'm spin,
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This is a rap tune reppin' all of Bryn,
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I haven't got a monocle or a smoking jacket,
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Got a stiff upper lip and a cocaine racket,
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We drive on the left and we're always right,
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We're Brits on the piss and we're good in a fight,
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We're a nightmare abroad, even worse than home,
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That's why we got ASBO's and no-go zones,
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We got white van man, and British pork,
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And some people so thick they can't even talk.
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Nothing ever really happens around here [x3]
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Just smoking, fighting, and drinking beer.
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[Eggsy]
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This is what you want,
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This is what you get,
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You know the score so don't get upset,
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We got kids necking pills instead of kids necking sweets,
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We got second-rate shops up and down the high street,
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We got culture but its based on booze,
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Walk-in, drive-thru, fast food, you can choose,
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Endless scams with the benefit fraud,
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Always holiday in Spain and we never get bored!
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[Adam]
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We got British Knights,
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We got British Home Stores
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British Airways,
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And British born whores,
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I love the weather,
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Though it can be bleak,
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They might empty my bins next week,
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We got jobsworths, what can I do?
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Apart from take time to say fuck you!
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We cope quite well with diversity.
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And we don't go outside cos of health and safety!
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Nothing ever really happens around here [x3]
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Just smoking, fighting, and drinking beer.
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[Xain]
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Run out of credit on my mobile phone,
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Fill out another form for another loan,
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Every door shuts with no explanation,
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Become a trained killer - on the PlayStation,
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Really not bothered - no motivation,
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Every day's the same for the I generation,
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Offer me a bit and I'll take the lot,
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There's nothing to do, but it's all we got.
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[Adam]
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McDonalds for lunch, I'm lovin' it!
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Fish and chips for tea, now that's the shit,
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Cos this is a rap tune for my brethren
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To all the safe clarts who'll lend you a skin,
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To all the sexy ladies who let you put it in,
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Cos all the time (?) I'm livin' in the sin,
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(?) home grown hip-hop,
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If Europe was water, we're the council pop.
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Nothing ever really happens around here [x3]
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Just smoking, fighting, and drinking beer.
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[Adam]
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Need a football cos you use your feet,
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You talk a good game and always get beat,
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Love eating curry but we can't cook one,
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Smoking cigarettes and reading The Sun,
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Like an underdog that's prone to rage,
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Everyday there's tits - on the third page,
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Generation of smokers banned from clubs and bars,
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We got bus lanes but we all drive cars!
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[Xain]
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Cwmbran and Swindon too,
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This world belongs to you,
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From the tops of the mountains,
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To the edge of the shores,
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Never forget the world is yours!
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Nothing ever really happens around here [x3]
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Just smoking, flighting, and drinking beer.
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Nothing ever really happens around here [x3]
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Just smoking, flighting, and drinking beer.
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Nothing Ever Happens
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Goldie Lookin' Chain |