Giggs, Newham Generals - Outsiders lyrics

Oh my word

We don't like outsiders
We don't like outsiders
I know off-key yardies and
Some low-key naijas
Southside OG, OG southsiders
Strip club on Friday
I might throw some fivers
Yeah, finders' keepers
So I hope it's finders
I let the white go cheapest
And let the dope fiends find us
We're standing outside Keisha's
This was about '05-ish
Was handing out these pizzas
Man had to duck these sirens
You nigga like these pilots
We don't like these pirates
Silencer, we gon' light these silent
Yeah, violent yout
He's lookin' like he's violent
I don't trust that yout
He's lookin' like he's Trident
Loud pack, that's what we like, we buy them
Fry them, you see them eye dem red
He's lookin' like he tried them
Little bad mind yout
That's why a man don't like them
But his bitch look good
I'm lookin' like "Alright den"

We don't like outsiders
We don't like outsiders bloodclart insects
We jump out like spiders
We be them ride out youts
Yeah, that's right, we riders
Cuh man are God bless youts
These likkle man need guidance

We don't like outsiders
We don't like outsiders
I just stepped outside
Inna mi socks and sliders
Eastside OG's, the OG eastsiders
Man ain't got a skateboard
But you know we're grinders
But, I've got the peng food
Crushing up in grinders
It's like I'm on the D Block
Man are straight ruff ryders
Them bwoy, they are plastic
Just like the new fivers
Look, shit will get drastic
I dare a man try us
Swear down, it's a long ting, I swear down
It's a long ting
Them man there are on stuff, them man
They are on tings
Spare me the long talk, look
Spare me the long ting
I can get a man boxed up
Like my name was Don King
Got the thinking boxed up
Like I just when shopping
When will it stop? But, I ain't stopping
When will I flop? But, I ain't flopping
Haters stare but I ain't watching
Nobody ain't got time for that
Look, if a man ain't inna my circle
Nobody ain't got time for chat

We don't like outsiders
We don't like outsiders bloodclart insects
We jump out like spiders
We be them ride out youts
Yeah, that's right, we riders
We just lodged them feds
Yeah, that's right, we drivers

We don't like outsiders
We don't like outsiders
We send them shots, send them gliders
Let's put 'em to the test
Let's see if he's a riders
None of your dogs ain't got nothing
On none of my rottweilers
I got the bird call, 'cause I got insiders
Connected to the road
Connected to the insiders
I got the thugs on lock
And I got the getaway drivers
See a man bumblebee
I got the army of my beehivers
Us man are hunters, them man are good hiders
Get a hole in your hat like
One of them old school visors bu da bup bup
Them man there ain't from my corner
Them man there ain't from my circle
What do we call them man? Outsiders
No one cares about them man there cuh
What do we call them man? Outsiders
Them man there can't get in the dance cuh
What do we call them man? Outsiders
Man'll go Brexit on them
Pull out the ting, flex it on them (Blap)
New ting, test it on them (Blap)
With the big ting, bu da bup bup

We don't like outsiders
We don't like outsiders bloodclart insects
We jump out like spiders
We be them ride out youts
Yeah, that's right, we riders
Cuh man are God bless youts
These likkle man need guidance