Goin In - Boy Better Know

We’re goin' in

We’re goin' in

We’re goin' in

We’re goin' innnnnn

We’re goin' in

We’re goin' in

We’re goin' in

Boy Better Know music, my pinky looks like the white side of the rubix

Oi BBR, tell them what it’s like when we go to the bar (stupid!)

You get me BBR?

You ain’t got to look up in the sky for a star

Just look in my face, you know who we are

Back back, rewind the track back

Don’t give me back chat, DJ jack that shit

Anytime you see me put my phone to my ear, that means Barclays, Halifax,

trust me

Right now your looking at the best MCs in the country

Them man fell off the wall like Humpty

But I’m on a grime ting like Logan

I got a new ting, I call it Hulk Hogan

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh

The rasta’s ready

Them man are gassed on telly, we’ve got the stacks already

Them man are eating late, us man are fat already

Yeah no more hunger

You’ll get a punch so quick in your face, you wouldn’t know who it is like a

private number

I’ve been a skeng from ages ago

Yes I know that you heard that before, but the gyaldem said I was too hardcore

Gyal dem are like «Fris, gimme more, gimme more»

You man are stuck in the yard, us man are living it large getting money on tour

And overly sure, when we mc the crowd don’t cheer they overly roar

Come along yeah I overly bore, up, down, up, down, she goes, I see she’s overly

sore

And a round house kick will take off the door

So please don’t tell me nothing

I’m a big kid like Benjamin Button

Roundhouse, hurricane, bicycle kick

Kung fu kick if the door is shuttin

Kung fu kick like Karate Kid!

Manna get mad like Sycho Sid

Yeah, top turnbuckle business

So don’t run it up when I know where you live

Who is it?

Who is it?

You know who it is

We are lyrically taking the piss

And I’ll go into skengman mode that’s Fris

BOY BETTER KNOW!

We ain’t the team you wanna diss