Goldie Lookin Chain - Nothing Ever Happens lyrics
[Goldie Lookin Chain - Nothing Ever Happens lyrics]
Wanna stereotype I got wonky teeth
I stand proud on the white cliffs of Dover
Soon to
(Suited to?) have a wank til it's all over
Yeah the weather's intermittent I'll admit
And we grow wet weekends what are the shit
But, I love it, in a special way I'm spin
This is a rap tune reppin' all of Bryn
I haven't got a monocle or a smoking jacket
Got a stiff upper lip and a cocaine racket
We drive on the left and we're always right
We're Brit's on the piss and
We're good in a fight
We're a nightmare abroad
Even worse than home
That's why we got ASBO's and no-go zones
We got white van man, and British pork
And some people so thick they can't even talk
Nothing ever really happens around here x 3
Just smoking, fighting, and drinking beer
Eggsy this is what you want
This is what you get
You know the score so don't get upset
We got kids necking pills instead
Of kids necking sweets
We got second rate shops up
And down the high street
We got culture but it's based on booze
Walk-in, drive-thru, fast food
You can choose
Endless scams with the benefit fraud
Always holiday in Spain and
We never get bored! Adam
We got British Knights
We got British Home Stores british Airways
And British born whores i love the weather
Though it can be bleak
They might empty my bins next week
We got jobsworths, what can I do?
Apart from take time to say fuck you!
We cope quite well with diversity
And we don't go outside cos
Of health and safety!
Nothing ever really happens around here
Just smoking, fighting, and drinking beer
Xain run out of credit on my mobile phone
Fill out another form for another loan
Every door shuts with no explanation
Become a trained killer - on the PlayStation
Really not bothered - no motivation
Every day's the same for the I generation
Offer me a bit and I'll take the lot
There's nothing to do, but it's all we got
Adam mcDonalds for lunch, I'm lovin' it!
Fish and chips for tea, now that's the shit
Cos this is a rap tune for my brethren
To all the safe clarts who'll lend you a skin
To all the sexy ladies who let you put it in
Cos all the timei'm livin' in the sin
Home grown Hip-Hop if Europe wasof pop!
Nothing ever really happens around here
Just smoking, fighting, and drinking beer
Adam need a football cos you use your feet
You talk a good game and always get beat
Love eating curry but we can't cook one
Smoking cigarettes and reading The Sun
Like an underdog that's prone to rage
Everyday there's tit's - on the third page
Generation of smokers banned from
Clubs and bars
We got bus lanes but we all drive cars! Xain
Cwmbran and Swindon too
This world belongs to you
From the tops of the mountains
To the edge of the shores
Never forget the world is yours!
Nothing ever really happens around here
Just smoking, flighting, and drinking beer
Nothing ever really happens around here
Just smoking, flighting, and drinking beer