Bashy - London Underground lyrics
[Bashy - London Underground lyrics]
Shut up oiii Scorcher
You should be in a straitjacket ya'kna
You're a madman, this beat's crazy
Oiiii, nahhh oi I'm back don't ya know
Do something yeah I've been away, shut uppp
Bracka, bracka, bracka ladies & gentleman
Look
I don't care what Borough you're from
I look at boys, they playing bad man like
Who they tryna Acton town if you floss
Mans evnvy will Turnham Green
Make 'em snatch at your New Cross
Blood my bit's are gritty
Ki's of work and no jobs uh
Guess in two ways it's a White City
Staying on tracks a battle
Fam I need an Angel
I pray to god on my knee's in a White Chapel
Lifes stressful, lucky I'm Westbourne
A in my heart, now I got a chest full
Plus I'm living on the edge
Road niggas are known for years
They'll push a ting to your Temple
It's drugs, sex, whips, action
Man will Clapham
North West is where it happens
Out my hood there's usually three ways
Music, sports or drugs not everyone
Can live the Queensway
Most heads are tryna get out of the estate
Or out of my hood and
That be everyone's dream mate
And hustlers we move quick shit
Cause the Metropolitan police
Circle our District
I'm from London
Underground where t'ugs are found
You know there's
Drugs in pounds and slugs and rounds
London, Underground where t'ugs are found
You know there's
Sluts around they'll fuck for pounds
Pink notes with the Queens head
Me and my boys need them
Girls think I'm a rich man
Get on your Neasden
And who cares if your brothers on it
And you're the youngest of his Seven Sisters
You'll still get pressed on road
These days these girls are on Wapping
Fuck bare man, so allow no condoming
Protect what's in your jeans
They'll leave you with a Burnt Oak
And by that I mean leave your Wood Green
I don't kiss 'em, I just Peckham
It's not just girls washing your brain
The government's doing the same
I pray to God every night, please
Lord send me the Shepards
Bush and Blair keep blowing up the trains
They're tryna get us shook of Muslims
That's ridiculous
The only thing I'm shook ofs
When I see unattended parcels
I wish savoury never happened
I'd be in Africa, with my queen, kids
Elephant & Castle
Did you get all of the Underground stations?
If you not
You need to go back and listen to it again!
You should be in a straitjacket ya'kna
You're a madman, this beat's crazy
Oiiii, nahhh oi I'm back don't ya know
Do something yeah I've been away, shut uppp
Bracka, bracka, bracka ladies & gentleman
Look
I don't care what Borough you're from
I look at boys, they playing bad man like
Who they tryna Acton town if you floss
Mans evnvy will Turnham Green
Make 'em snatch at your New Cross
Blood my bit's are gritty
Ki's of work and no jobs uh
Guess in two ways it's a White City
Staying on tracks a battle
Fam I need an Angel
I pray to god on my knee's in a White Chapel
Lifes stressful, lucky I'm Westbourne
A in my heart, now I got a chest full
Plus I'm living on the edge
Road niggas are known for years
They'll push a ting to your Temple
It's drugs, sex, whips, action
Man will Clapham
North West is where it happens
Out my hood there's usually three ways
Music, sports or drugs not everyone
Can live the Queensway
Most heads are tryna get out of the estate
Or out of my hood and
That be everyone's dream mate
And hustlers we move quick shit
Cause the Metropolitan police
Circle our District
I'm from London
Underground where t'ugs are found
You know there's
Drugs in pounds and slugs and rounds
London, Underground where t'ugs are found
You know there's
Sluts around they'll fuck for pounds
Pink notes with the Queens head
Me and my boys need them
Girls think I'm a rich man
Get on your Neasden
And who cares if your brothers on it
And you're the youngest of his Seven Sisters
You'll still get pressed on road
These days these girls are on Wapping
Fuck bare man, so allow no condoming
Protect what's in your jeans
They'll leave you with a Burnt Oak
And by that I mean leave your Wood Green
I don't kiss 'em, I just Peckham
It's not just girls washing your brain
The government's doing the same
I pray to God every night, please
Lord send me the Shepards
Bush and Blair keep blowing up the trains
They're tryna get us shook of Muslims
That's ridiculous
The only thing I'm shook ofs
When I see unattended parcels
I wish savoury never happened
I'd be in Africa, with my queen, kids
Elephant & Castle
Did you get all of the Underground stations?
If you not
You need to go back and listen to it again!