Village Side - Local

Dun dun, dun dun dun

Dun dun, dun da-dun

Dun dun

Look, I’m shipshape as I sail in and I’m right as rain when the sun’s out

Smoke eight K when I’m 45 and I’ll still be getting these guns out

One, it’s, Locs

Now where’d you get that platinum chain, with those diamonds in it?

That’s the spirit, if you got words put actions with it

Team Me yeah I brang one ticket

Handsome innit, my touch ain’t lost (nah)

Del Boy not a touch of frost

Tell me the last time I fucking lost

Emcees see me and they’re touching cloth

I’m a City boy, village side

Easy target, criticize

So precious we slip and slide

Slip my number and slip inside

Sit inside, state ya' name

And if it comes I’ll take the blame

Locs, I’m tryna change the game even if I don’t stay I’ll stay the, same

Wowzers, her hand’s up in my trousers

She’s smoking weed and she’s doing powders

But I like that face she got them eyes they got some powers

Everything gold except the showers (yo)

Still me one p still working

Still mixing weed with the sterling

People watch like fiends at a curtain

Wish I had her from she was a virgin

No one watched when we was emerging (when we)

I’m deep like sea, what an urchin (like sea)

Clash me like he got a merkin

Locs madman like skiing a German

Tryna go San Francisco, do a little dance in the disco

Can’t wait till everything Bisto

Tryna get to the Den, where’s Frisko?

Shit though, I’m so calm with a skill

I just want weed, five star and a grill

Chill, see me by the bar in a grill, one day I’m gonna have a yard and a hill

And do, fuck all, and chuckle, and make my drink a double

And we can sink a couple, and there’ll be no kerfuffle

So put the tune on shuffle (shuffle), and shuffle over

TV, cup and coaster

Living the vida double sofa

Uh, el bandito, still ain’t got a bambino

I ain’t tryna die like, wanna go live at five I’m

Everybody’s on pride and ego, everybody sells white and repo

I just want a flight from Heathrow look high see me in the sky there he, go

Yo, wave from the window

Long time from a dumb wage on a bimbo

Cardiff boy so hate on my lingo

I stay the same man, straight from the intro

So give me introductions (give me introductions), no interruptions (no

interruptions)

You know when it sounds like this it’s, them sick productions

Loose lips, sink ships, and I know some, Titanic jaws

Behind palace doors I know addict whores

Sexy blondes and some savage broads

Local I got laddish flows I want banging girls I want banging drawers

Course, wearing my hat indoors

And I’m broke, not even stacking stores

I want lavish tours, Spanish shores, disco lights in my kitchen

I want bingo nights when I’m winning

I want spliffs the size of my women (big)

Spinning, drink, pour up, chink, headshot, blink

Go out, shrink, wake up, think

Give me food in my shades

Some left school with grades, some left tryna be funny

If you had a car when you hit 17 your old man had some money

You was at bank with mummy, I was on site with a tool

I go work but I ain’t no whore so does that make me a fool?

Never been cool, but I am the best in the 'Diff any questions, any questions?

I am the best in the 'Diff any questions, any questions?

Trust, and none of you man can fuck with this, any questions, any questions?

I’m serious, I’m not taking the piss, any questions, any questions?