Ghetts - Rude Boy lyrics
Ghetts [Justin Clarke Samuel]
[Ghetts - Rude Boy lyrics]
I've been through hell and back
Selling crack in these depressing flats
With a weapon that were cheap
Because the deaded man would ease
I remember back then even
Though my memory's bad
I ain't forgetting that
Dat all on my Reeboks
Cocoa and that cheap pot
Popo don't wanna ease up
I'm a no-showing police snuck
Back door or window
Catch me? I don't think so
I don't know what you've been told, but
(rudeboy)
Hear me nah, hear me nah
I'm well known in my area
In my area I'm well-known, 6'1", twelve stone
GH, J Clarke, I set pace, you take part
Braveheart to the motherfucking graveyard
Rude boy, boy, rude boy
Rude, ru-ru-rude, rude boy
Rude boy, boy, rude boy
Rude, ru-ru-rude, rude boy
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
I've been through hell and back
So when I'm round friends I brag (about)
The things I never had (around)
My first crimes were snatching leather bags
(in town) i was never bad
Then there was an effect
That peer pressure had
I ain't forgetting that
Front line in that corner
Before gun crime was the norma
Was front line with a bora
Mum crying I'm out of order
Telling me I'm like my dad was
I just wanted a better status
So I could leave my bike
There with no padlock
Back when I never had an alias
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
Selling crack in these depressing flats
With a weapon that were cheap
Because the deaded man would ease
I remember back then even
Though my memory's bad
I ain't forgetting that
Dat all on my Reeboks
Cocoa and that cheap pot
Popo don't wanna ease up
I'm a no-showing police snuck
Back door or window
Catch me? I don't think so
I don't know what you've been told, but
(rudeboy)
Hear me nah, hear me nah
I'm well known in my area
In my area I'm well-known, 6'1", twelve stone
GH, J Clarke, I set pace, you take part
Braveheart to the motherfucking graveyard
Rude boy, boy, rude boy
Rude, ru-ru-rude, rude boy
Rude boy, boy, rude boy
Rude, ru-ru-rude, rude boy
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
I've been through hell and back
So when I'm round friends I brag (about)
The things I never had (around)
My first crimes were snatching leather bags
(in town) i was never bad
Then there was an effect
That peer pressure had
I ain't forgetting that
Front line in that corner
Before gun crime was the norma
Was front line with a bora
Mum crying I'm out of order
Telling me I'm like my dad was
I just wanted a better status
So I could leave my bike
There with no padlock
Back when I never had an alias
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier