Goldie Lookin Chain - Thru Space and Time lyrics

Alright, hands up give me all your money
Rob a till and get away in a Nissan Sunny
(I bought a kebab, I'm fucking annoyed
I bought it down, and it gave me typhoid)
Rizla, fags, draw, cup of tea
The only way to chill in the GLC
I used to take loads of drugs
And go out to a rave
But now I just listens to Chas and Dave

Molecular dysfunction occurs mainly
At this junction
Fucked up and unruly I brings
Content for this rambunction
The GLC style brings forth
Chaos without function
Snapping your neck like your
Straight outta Trumpton
Disabled and shit, unable to move
You better fucking dance to the GLC groove

Powering through the universe like Doctor Who
Destroys the world and my tracksuit is blue

It's been a long time
I shouldn't have left you
With the dole check that I had to get to
You spent it on getting wrecked
Out of your brain
Well now you're totally fucked by
The Goldie Lookin Chain

Interstellar travel isn't always necessary
But rolling in my car gets me
As far as Leeds or Bury
When I gets to the place
I spread the word some more
I leave all the girlies
Screaming "Fucking hardcore!"

Newport's fucking lush, it's not a nightmare
You know I loves chilling
In John Frost Square
But to be wicked, you've gotta act the part
(My mum buys my tracksuit
From fucking Primark)
I's got a turbo tardis GTI
It goes 40 miles an hour in the fucking sky
I looks for Klingons they're not up my arse
I'm an intergalactic rasclaat
Who smokes grass

I likes to think I travel
Through fucking space and time
But most of the time I'm wrecked
Out my head on fucking wine
I get so drunk from the freshest cheap booze
It's loads of fun, like drinking meths
You can't lose

Eggsy fucking knows it, Hussein does too
Some of you bastards haven't got a clue
Listen to our shit
You knows it's fucking great
Get a copy off and give it to your mate
It's the way GLC likes to function 'claat
Not by selling in them fucking pop charts
I said our crew's growing, I meant it before
Get out there bla and copy a few more
It's original crew, ain't no time for pap'
It's time to put Newport back on the map

Shopmobility, shop, shopmobility
Shopmobility, shop, shopmobility

Shopmobility! That's the one for me!
I knicked it from my gran
When she was watching TV!

And everybody said he's in the GLC!

I sat at home in my fog, on the brews
Staring at candles
Wearing a tracksuit, with socks and sandals
I parks anywhere in town and
I don't pay no charge
Because of my gran's disabled parking badge

Are you from 'port? It's
Running through my veins

We're all psycho, like fucking Norman Bates
Fuck with one of us and we'll seal your fate

Goldie Lookin Chain is fucking so strong
It's like Geoff Capes turning
A fucking mini over, for Record Breakers
With Roy fucking Castle