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Hop out
Switch up the vehicle
Change the plates and scrape off the serial
Limousine tint man cant see me at all
Old school car theif i could start cars when i had no key at all
How did i start that car i don’t know its a miracle
If you wanted a ringer back then you’d give carlton cj or me a call
Where you get that car from
Cj carlton, reggie or marlon
Hot one riding shotgun
Cant keep the bra on now i got a hard on
Golf gti mark 1
Thats how long i had cars from
Mark 2s and mx5s r-e-a-l better recognise
Hop in and hop out
Hop in and hop out
Hop in and hop out
Drop the top when its hot out
Just
Hop in and hop out
Hop in and hop out
Hop in and hop out
Drop the top when its hot out
Just hop in and
Before man built up to grand theft
I was out ere with the stilsons and flat head
Slap on the wrist when man got nicked
We were still classed as children back then
Stratford plaistow and ilford back then
We used to lick that ford showroom like every other week
Thats wheels from dagenham
Cars are hills man jilled and jacked them
I – i had whips all right through the winter
Summer 2000 i graduated from the typhoon to ninja
Then it was houses bamboo sticks i climb through the winda
Man move swift at night i cant linger
Man see the blue lights and do sprinter
Young boys getting paper
Now everyone wants a cut but they didn’t lift one finger
From when i was a teenager
Who can say that i ain’t seen paper
Year nine
Bare crime
Black box cars like thats not hard
Next day straight to the manor park key maker
Im getting five for the mx5
And i got another key cut
Bars that i spit get played in cars that i lick
Dead him on sight all black double r get him on bike
R6, 2 riders-
Yeah i roll deep in the ringer
Fuck it
Got no keys for the bimmer
Fuck-
Niggas ain’t done no drive by shootings watch when i buy my new ting
Nuttin but
(talking)
I remember when the bro preston used to come link me in the leather jacket
Black one
The flathead in the pocket
Said he was feeling like nicholas cage in gone in sixty seconds
Next day i had school in the morning
Pulling up next to the teachers in converts and what not
Fire and brimstone
How long have i been low
When the last time man had to wait till dark and climb through a window
When the last time man had to hide in bush and silent a ringtone
Whens the last time man had to go round there with fire and brimstone
Blue lights in my rear view
New life
Career too
My girl said you’re legit now
Why do feds still scare you
I still get flashbacks
Man done bare moves
Ran up in houses
Filled vans and cleared rooms
Before i had an accountant
I weighed grams in claires room
And all she wanted out of it
Was money for a hairdo
Maybe an outfit
I was like fair doos
Cah that was my down chick
From round about year 2
Just jumped in the whip
Driver said where to
I told him balham
Cats know ill be there soon
Trap-house smokey
I know about bare fumes
Ran from the police
Window and i hear boom
(Chorus)
Distant memory
Chase through black-wall tunnel
Went for a different entry
If their talking hussle
Mines consistent not temporary
If their talking trouble
It was based on instant envy
If their talking bubbles
Back when they was called 120s
Look how long i been styling
How long i been riding
How long i been driving
How long was i hiding
Warrant out for my arrest
Feds pouring out of my address
Persistent offender
Different agenda
I did not surrender
Stereotype by any system i enter
Tdk nah i mean tda nah i mean gbh
Free titch free ashman free tyler i feel his pain