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london posse - how's life in london lyrics

[verse 1: bionic and rodney p]
i tell em about the slimmies (what slimmies?)
the ones in electric and lyceum (yup)
cos when i see em i didn’t rap
(what you mean you didn’t storm?)
you know that, i did dip but weren’t about to dive before i’m pro, black

i believe ya, now watch the heat we bring fever
(remember rap attack?) i used to mack and sport beaver
with the backing
and more puff than the magic dragon
(why the spliff look large?)
because we put the whole bag in!

i remember there was a slag in my old days of blaggin’
enough man’d get but we don’t ban a cheque

so we’d skip, find some honey dips and we’d wop
at the night spots, cos that sh-t jump in ’86

’85 ’84 or whenever
i remember mandy she used to like leather
(then freak to beat, freak) long before acid
when i used to ride a scooter with the honda bike m-ssive

[chorus]
and when we go to tokyo they go, “how is life in london?”
and all the s-xy yardy girls are always, “how is life in london?”
and the weed man in amsterdam say, “how is life in london?”
(and what you tell them?)
boy, i want you listen the way i strung em

[verse 2: rodney p and bionic]
i tell em about the rallies
and the ballies on the manor
who roll thick and quick to flip like bruce banner
check my grammar
the girls in j-pan love the slang
and the ones in manhattan they like the chattin’ so it’s easy sprattin’
i remember burberrys and acme scooter jackets
forgot to pay tax in the shack i used to smash it
with the ratchet
we used to playfight in the sunshine
and laugh at the suckers getting stung on the frontline

i used to do the jockey moves to the blackstones
getting flat in the days of farah slacks and beaver hats
a young yute coming up through p-b-rty
wasn’t known for microphone and then boning was still new to me

used to clock the sweet tings on oxford street
and kings road when i’d shop to meet skins to ring, y’know
and in j-pan they’d say i talk like damien
the yanks said i sound australian, but hear me now

[chorus]
the chinese girls ask me, “how is life in london?”
and in new york the talk is always, “how is life in london?”
and all my honeys in harare ask me, “how is life in london?”
(and what you tell ’em?)
i tell ’em as a yute i used to stun ’em

[verse 3: bionic and rodney p]
and i used to be in love with that hun carolina
her daddy was from jamaica and her mum come from china
she was shocking, so nuff man was jockeying to grind her
but she stuck with me, even though i three-timed her
as a yute i was a railer used to jack the cheats of london
(and now we chat)
i got more flavour than a pack of cheese and onion
i stunned em
in j-pan a black man nice always
i wouldn’t back a cracker so i couldn’t sprat in norway

as a yute i spread the skins and found there’s cherries in the middle
if i liked the wiggle, i call her eliza doolittle
cos by jove i think she’s got it
and if she’s got it i’ma get it cos i want to get into it
i used to wanna get intimate
they said i couldn’t now i can and yes i know i can, can’t i honey?
the way i’m running tings is real funny
as a little whippersnapper it was, “pooni or money,” y’know

[chorus]
all the girls in queens ask me, “how is life in london?”
seen. in the phillippines they ask me, “how is life in london?”
and all my spanish bredruns ask me, “how is life in london?”
chat. all at once i’ve got them going, “how is life in london?”

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