Dezzie, Headie One, K-Trap - Street Politics lyrics

Sykes, Sykes you know, you know nastylgia yo

Feds blew off my door for
A mad ting, sad ting, talk about tem supply
(Ah) have you ever sat down in
A courtroom, lookin' at life
See your Marj ain't cry? Ayy
Me, I spent time on basic, phonin' bro
Tryna keep my head high (You know)
I said 'Bug don't listen enough
He just wanna slide an' let corn fly
(Whoosh, whoosh)
How many times do we go there
Do it? Thing in the ride tryna
Make 'em go through it (You know)
Them man had their chance but
Blew it, knew it
Would've hurt more if you threw it (Uh)
New smoke, bro, let's go through it
It could've been an M, the ting never jammed
(Uh, uh) ride-out's ain't planned, then
'Bug still pay, now opps get blammed (One)

My bro been in jail for ten year straight
He still kept the link (Free up, free up)
Alarm bells on Felltham, 9AM
It's a early shift (Brrrah)
Spontaneous glides
Didn't catch an M but we nearly did (Turn)
They see it's lit (Turn)
It really coulda been a 30 wreck
(Told me turn, ayy) concrete jungle
Us young niggas earnt respect
(Told me turn, 'eah) stepped on opps
Now my stylist scheme down my turtleneck
(Turn, turn, turn)
My young boy went and burnt an opp
Came to the block then he burnt that 'ped
(S-s-s-suh) but he put too much petty
I swear he nearly burnt down the rec'

Nokia, E, that was O four'een
How all now I got sauna steam?
Back then, man done it with a sawn-off one
Now main opps see us with a G17 (Cleah)
Tryna stay clean
But I'm playing a dirty game (Dirty)
'Fore I've been bounced for raisins
That was on a dirty 'caine (Bu'j)
Bust my kettle and chain
Grown, now I might cop me a Plain Jane
VS1 can't hide this pain
Hit up, a same way (Yo)
Make sure your boots are laced (Lace it)
Don't step if it ain't for K (No)
One pop, we'll put it on a spray
Now I'm checking the news all day (Day)

Yo, don't slip when I'm outside 'tacking
Thing on my hip, of course I'm not lacking
(Uh)
Yeah, the other side bruck, they're slacking
Real bad men, I forev' be stacking, ayy
Come a long way from trappin'
Now I'm in the studio, full time rapping
(Ah, ah, ah)
If she ain't ten I ain't tapping
Slow down miss, why you always love snapping?
(Ay, snappin')
Had to hop that trade, now it's up
In OT flying packs, no plane, plane
Gas said I'm way too veng, got
Hunnids on me, throw bands, let it rain
(You know) d tup, still pop champagne
When court get buss, it's us they blame
(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) pedal bike gliding
On the other side watch them toolies sayin'
(Yo, one)

Old Bailey, eight weeks
I reminisce occasionally (One)
I'm feeling like the CPS hate me
Luckily I know that my brownster's facety
(One) one of these feds wanna cage me
(Turn) , breakfast pack on
A'ring (Told me turn, one)
We'll hit the strip, serving out
The 80s, intent to supply
Now we serve re pastries
Yo, pastries, baguettes (Suh)
Water, riolettes (Suh, suh, suh, suh)
Six 'peds got me this country flat on let
German dingers
Gang got' step correct (Prrrr)
No connect four
Wanna call for the fourth connects (Gang)

Came out of jail an' abused
That microwave and fork (Whip it)
Go to war, two different fours
We can go long or short (Short or long)
Dot dot go "Boom-bow"
Loud like the 63 exhaust (Nyow)
Load that 'matic, do it gently
Better not stuff that corn (Don't stuff it)
How much waps been bought? (How many?)
Round that up, coulda went a jewlers' (Hm-m)
Fifth corn's enormous, beat it
He's defo falling (Drop'em)
All year I just gave out orders
Like "Go there with a four in the corner"
Work that boy in front of his bredrins
Now they got' deal with trauma (Huh)