Bandokay - Hometown (feat. Headie One, Abra Cadabra, Kush, Akz, RV, YF, Kash) lyrics
[Bandokay - Hometown feat. Headie One, Abra Cadabra, Kush, Akz, RV, YF, Kash lyrics]
Sykes
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets
(Band')
The old days were the best, yeah, I know
(I know)
We all used to run from the five-O (We did)
Before Headie One days it was heads out
Lil Marni lookin' out to my bro's (Facts)
BC Park used to be the link
Up, now when we link up
We both gotta let bine go
TG, Somerset line though
I used to run in the hood
It was cool and fine though
Plus I grew up in Tangmere, so it's only
Right I got a bust down tan, g (Tan, G)
I grew up on Rambos, fli flickies
Who would've thought I would've
Copped me a handy? (Ayy)
'Member seeing pops on the line
Now I get shivers when I stand on that street
I lost Josh on a motorbike
Pl plan A was never the plan B
My hometown, that's T, but fuck T
(Fuck T, fuck T)
Bruce Grove youth club was the best
Always keepin' up with fuckery (Ayy)
Yo, me and bro went halves on a three-five
Then I got a bus or cab
Back home if I'm lucky sJ could've went pro
(Free him)
But instead he caught him a duppy
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets
Yo, yo! Tottenham, I was raised in
The block, that's mad
Surrounded by dingers and Glocks
The ends hot, couple man been shot
(Baow) I was trendin'
Some niggas that stopped
I hope that he dropped
O Block, one-seven, it's us, I give
All the mandem my trust
They know that it's love
We was dove, had the whites
Don't stop when we
Ride, and we roll with kitchens from mummies
No guns
We started out strong, thirty man, it
Was long, as time went on
Couple man turned soft
But, that's how it goes when
You grew up in Tottenham
Tried and tested, I deal with my problem
But no lie, I got love for my hometown
I love guns, get money in my hometown
One-seven postcode of my hometown
I won't change
Keep it real when it goes down
Ayy, yo! Next generation
They know my name when I get in the station
Know him from Farm, they know I'm a pagan
They know I'm a bad man
Ain't writin' statements
Those from T know we not into ravin'
Throwin' up bine if I ever see shaver
They say, "Don't bring no war to a doorstep"
But he shot man five minutes from a stay-in
This is our hometown
Where two guns had to be G one time
So I know I can call it the gun town
None of my bros could never get touched
I think I'ma ride 'til the sundown (My bro)
Bro-bro said, "I swear it, wallahi, it's him"
Then he got shot right next to his hometown
Reppin' the Farm, I ain't throwin' up
T's, it ain't gonna end
So I'm throwin' up O's now
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets
(RV) back then, it was football
Training, community centre, payin' my stubs
Grown up now and I'm still in the field
But these new boots never come with no studs
I don't roll with man I
Can't say I could trust (Nope)
I gotta know if it's hate or it's love
Who runs the hood? We need to discuss
If we keep it a buck, gotta say that it's us
(O) they say, "Home's where the heart is"
I'm like Omarion with the icebox
Fuck Tottenham if it ain't my
Block, scorin' the opps
Them lookin' all white washed (Haha)
They were old friends
Now they my opps 'cause they
Two red eye like cyclops (Red eye)
Lord knows
When will the crime stop? Shaved them back
In the side like a high-top
(Ching ching ching)
You know it goes down in my hometown
Used to friends but we just foes now
Rambells, you gotta keep hoes out
Drill man bait, we ain't back any phones out
(Nope) you bam bam but still get paste
Used to play kicks on the L
Now it's showdowns
On the pitch, I'ma shoot on
Stage, get burned like sage
You don't wanna get blown down
You don't wanna get bunned down like the
High road when the feds caught Mark (RIP)
Was comin' together, lootin' bare shops
And burnin' the cars, it burnt our hearts
'Cah it's all about unity to make
Some change and go more far (Far)
From time been, makin' it spark
My dogs all bite, but they also bark
(Fuck it)
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets, they watched me grow
Gang, look on these streets
I grew up in Kitchener
Road, that's Phillip Lane
Used to go Farm from time to time
Mum said, "Son, don't go to that place
Even your cousin's house when
It's after nine" you know I didn't listen
I was just tryna play runouts even
If it cost my life (You know)
I was on the block when a opp got
(Baow) back then
That street party changed my life
First ever shubs that I stepped
In, Tangmere house, year eight
What a fuckin' vibe i miss them young days
No gunplay, more time, just a kitchen knife
Year seven, me and Bash, should
Have been in school
Instead we was out robbin' motorbikes (Huh?)
From young
Bad Badz was my broski even though
We had loads of fights
Phillip Lane cage turned me to a soldier
Broadwater Farm turned me to a boss
I was with PK tryna make Rondos
I was with Kush tryna red man's top
Used to have bros on the Lane, if you
See me at the Tottenham Stadium now
It's bah
Let me hear a man screamin' out
"Sky" we'll send that straight to the sky
I'm from a block where a fed got killed on
(Woo-woo) where the opps get drilled on
In the hood bare frees and
RIPs, they lost their member
They still ain't heal from (Nah)
Lordship Lane to the Farm Estate
Ask the hometown who run this borough
We used to take trips with guys from the L
Now it's trips over there
And they're taking cover
And there ain't no love in man's city
Is it 'cah I'm up front like Rashford?
Like, ain't gotta run to
Where it's parked off
Come a long way from parked run like Clapham
Had a cell at Nate, so I hit
That there, had man from them side
So I clicked that there
Broadwater Farm where I grew in a way
Don't try to take a trip
You might end up here
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets
Kway back it was Alizé, not
Brandy, twenty man up, henny up in Tangy
Before I got locked in spots
Lord knows that we had to go bury that handy
(yeah) and 'member when Bradz was Bradley?
(Throwback) and when we called
R Dubz Randy? (Throwback)
Nowadays, I think everythin' fancy
But, I'm praying on my come up like Lambie
Young boy, I was charged like
A battery, bought a shotgun
That was comin' in handy
The pack looking bulky
(Suh, suh) had to move beef all in
No Jumanji
I asked the fiends them, what did they fancy?
I hit the roads, I ain't listen to auntie
Grew on the frontstreet
But love the backstreet
So much it got covered in cranberry
Didn't last long, so I fell in for Sanje
Tried take him to my spot like acne
HM Nottingham could've been Ranby
'Cah I caught a draw out like Banksy
Sadly, I had a plan A without a plan B
I'm in the penthouse, I'm with a bad B
I'm puttin' apple juice in my brandy
Watched me grow, watched me grow
On these streets! Grow
Sykes
Watched me grow
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets
(Band')
The old days were the best, yeah, I know
(I know)
We all used to run from the five-O (We did)
Before Headie One days it was heads out
Lil Marni lookin' out to my bro's (Facts)
BC Park used to be the link
Up, now when we link up
We both gotta let bine go
TG, Somerset line though
I used to run in the hood
It was cool and fine though
Plus I grew up in Tangmere, so it's only
Right I got a bust down tan, g (Tan, G)
I grew up on Rambos, fli flickies
Who would've thought I would've
Copped me a handy? (Ayy)
'Member seeing pops on the line
Now I get shivers when I stand on that street
I lost Josh on a motorbike
Pl plan A was never the plan B
My hometown, that's T, but fuck T
(Fuck T, fuck T)
Bruce Grove youth club was the best
Always keepin' up with fuckery (Ayy)
Yo, me and bro went halves on a three-five
Then I got a bus or cab
Back home if I'm lucky sJ could've went pro
(Free him)
But instead he caught him a duppy
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets
Yo, yo! Tottenham, I was raised in
The block, that's mad
Surrounded by dingers and Glocks
The ends hot, couple man been shot
(Baow) I was trendin'
Some niggas that stopped
I hope that he dropped
O Block, one-seven, it's us, I give
All the mandem my trust
They know that it's love
We was dove, had the whites
Don't stop when we
Ride, and we roll with kitchens from mummies
No guns
We started out strong, thirty man, it
Was long, as time went on
Couple man turned soft
But, that's how it goes when
You grew up in Tottenham
Tried and tested, I deal with my problem
But no lie, I got love for my hometown
I love guns, get money in my hometown
One-seven postcode of my hometown
I won't change
Keep it real when it goes down
Ayy, yo! Next generation
They know my name when I get in the station
Know him from Farm, they know I'm a pagan
They know I'm a bad man
Ain't writin' statements
Those from T know we not into ravin'
Throwin' up bine if I ever see shaver
They say, "Don't bring no war to a doorstep"
But he shot man five minutes from a stay-in
This is our hometown
Where two guns had to be G one time
So I know I can call it the gun town
None of my bros could never get touched
I think I'ma ride 'til the sundown (My bro)
Bro-bro said, "I swear it, wallahi, it's him"
Then he got shot right next to his hometown
Reppin' the Farm, I ain't throwin' up
T's, it ain't gonna end
So I'm throwin' up O's now
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets
(RV) back then, it was football
Training, community centre, payin' my stubs
Grown up now and I'm still in the field
But these new boots never come with no studs
I don't roll with man I
Can't say I could trust (Nope)
I gotta know if it's hate or it's love
Who runs the hood? We need to discuss
If we keep it a buck, gotta say that it's us
(O) they say, "Home's where the heart is"
I'm like Omarion with the icebox
Fuck Tottenham if it ain't my
Block, scorin' the opps
Them lookin' all white washed (Haha)
They were old friends
Now they my opps 'cause they
Two red eye like cyclops (Red eye)
Lord knows
When will the crime stop? Shaved them back
In the side like a high-top
(Ching ching ching)
You know it goes down in my hometown
Used to friends but we just foes now
Rambells, you gotta keep hoes out
Drill man bait, we ain't back any phones out
(Nope) you bam bam but still get paste
Used to play kicks on the L
Now it's showdowns
On the pitch, I'ma shoot on
Stage, get burned like sage
You don't wanna get blown down
You don't wanna get bunned down like the
High road when the feds caught Mark (RIP)
Was comin' together, lootin' bare shops
And burnin' the cars, it burnt our hearts
'Cah it's all about unity to make
Some change and go more far (Far)
From time been, makin' it spark
My dogs all bite, but they also bark
(Fuck it)
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets, they watched me grow
Gang, look on these streets
I grew up in Kitchener
Road, that's Phillip Lane
Used to go Farm from time to time
Mum said, "Son, don't go to that place
Even your cousin's house when
It's after nine" you know I didn't listen
I was just tryna play runouts even
If it cost my life (You know)
I was on the block when a opp got
(Baow) back then
That street party changed my life
First ever shubs that I stepped
In, Tangmere house, year eight
What a fuckin' vibe i miss them young days
No gunplay, more time, just a kitchen knife
Year seven, me and Bash, should
Have been in school
Instead we was out robbin' motorbikes (Huh?)
From young
Bad Badz was my broski even though
We had loads of fights
Phillip Lane cage turned me to a soldier
Broadwater Farm turned me to a boss
I was with PK tryna make Rondos
I was with Kush tryna red man's top
Used to have bros on the Lane, if you
See me at the Tottenham Stadium now
It's bah
Let me hear a man screamin' out
"Sky" we'll send that straight to the sky
I'm from a block where a fed got killed on
(Woo-woo) where the opps get drilled on
In the hood bare frees and
RIPs, they lost their member
They still ain't heal from (Nah)
Lordship Lane to the Farm Estate
Ask the hometown who run this borough
We used to take trips with guys from the L
Now it's trips over there
And they're taking cover
And there ain't no love in man's city
Is it 'cah I'm up front like Rashford?
Like, ain't gotta run to
Where it's parked off
Come a long way from parked run like Clapham
Had a cell at Nate, so I hit
That there, had man from them side
So I clicked that there
Broadwater Farm where I grew in a way
Don't try to take a trip
You might end up here
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets, they watched me grow
On these streets
Kway back it was Alizé, not
Brandy, twenty man up, henny up in Tangy
Before I got locked in spots
Lord knows that we had to go bury that handy
(yeah) and 'member when Bradz was Bradley?
(Throwback) and when we called
R Dubz Randy? (Throwback)
Nowadays, I think everythin' fancy
But, I'm praying on my come up like Lambie
Young boy, I was charged like
A battery, bought a shotgun
That was comin' in handy
The pack looking bulky
(Suh, suh) had to move beef all in
No Jumanji
I asked the fiends them, what did they fancy?
I hit the roads, I ain't listen to auntie
Grew on the frontstreet
But love the backstreet
So much it got covered in cranberry
Didn't last long, so I fell in for Sanje
Tried take him to my spot like acne
HM Nottingham could've been Ranby
'Cah I caught a draw out like Banksy
Sadly, I had a plan A without a plan B
I'm in the penthouse, I'm with a bad B
I'm puttin' apple juice in my brandy
Watched me grow, watched me grow
On these streets! Grow
Sykes
Watched me grow