Get out, get out (Ya wot m8?) Get out, get out (Ya wot m8?)
Sometimes I wanna just kill a man! Rock out and chug a jug. But I end up in the can! Nigga wot? I don't want a hug! Fuck you and your games, Society can halik my ass, But I'll happily smoke up in ya car! Bless you, but don't sneeze on me, I'll break ya, send ya, own ya back to the mob. What up homie, Ya got ma drugs? Thanks, but I'll chelsea grin ya if ya don't pay up. I'm a thug, Notorious as fuck, And I'll drift all over ya pavements. Don't let it stop me, I'm a blast, From the past, Yeah?