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the boppers – twang lyrics

intro

dettwork south east
yeah yeah yeah yheah
original south london trooper
blak tw-ng, live from the big smoke
thames link, london connections
watch the ride or watch the bus

verse 1

its like this and this and that
all accross the map
i chit-chat with a uk-blak tw-ng when i rap
layin down facts like british rail tracks
c-ckney rhymin slang, and black conundrums dem pun the dungeon
this is how i function in london
from newcross to picadilly circus
from tower blocks accross the circuit
no surplus no deficit
no more no less
if its southeast or northwest or shredded wheat or east
from old kent road to ladbroke grove
i lay low
handle most of my biz on my cellular dog and bone
we p-ss through, elephant and castle
take the backstreets to save the hastle
deliverin a parcel, over
the bridge and through the tunnel
beyond the horizen
where the sky scr-pers meet the sky linin
my eyes on the prize seen
not the pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow i want the bumbaclot doh
so i can go up town, and spend
dem queens heads in the west end
check some beans wiv my bredrin dem
lean from getting prenged all weekend
wreckin mics and collectin cheques
its that rudeee from the east end…

chorus

oi this strictly for the rudebwoys in london
worldwide in suburbs and inner city dungeons
boppers and sweets mackin up the high street
never eat shreded wheat in dettwork southeast

oi this strictly for the rudebwoys in london
all sorts of suburbs and inner city dungeons
boppers and sweets mackin up the high street
never eat shreded wheat in dettwork southeast

verse 2

i keep it rougher with my accent
no play actin
strikly uk black ting
asian and anglo-saxon
now hear whappen when im rappin
peace to all the people in clapham and all the barbers cuttin pattens
my visions of the streets
vividly rigid like a poor mans hangups
paintin pictures in rhymes like van gough, i stand tuff
black like my afro
no dandruff
no head and shoulders
no bleach no rollers keep your hands off
directly
travelcards get me from here to anywherever my destination be
yeah yeah you get me, s-xy
buffalo ???????? up in my focus
they used to push a mini but now they ridin in lotus
bible bashers and crack smokers
purves, sn-tchers and posers
bald headed braids walkin round like
isaac hayes
black moses
old fogees with cold bogey, ya runny noses lookin hopeless
take notice

chorus

verse 3

now if i ain’t in brixton you might catch me up in hackney
a riddim role
scopin all the girls in the jungle clothes
moschino, versace, and polo
many police shirts, with ralph lauren labels
buyin dem bagels
then i head up norht to seven sisters
see muslims doin business
jahovas witnesses handin out leaflets
its an everyday routine
if you get my meanin
steamin
robbin and stealin, in west ealin
champagne bubblin from london to dublin
mudlin? i merchandise my service up in scotland
commin tru commin tru like a british rail train
its blak tw-ng holdin up for the domain
you’no’w’mean….

chourus repeated….

gooood work london se8
all rudbwoy you know fe big up your state

deeeeettwork london se8
blak tw-ng crew you know fe l!ck up your gate

chorus repeated…..

outro
ya na mean, mind the gap old chap
(ha) stand clear of the doors
its that hardcore commin through
blak tw-ng up in your area
dettwork southeast….
its the brand new l!ck

- the boppers lyrics

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