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The Skints – Contemplations Of The Modern Rudeboy lyrics
Why waste time standing in the dole queue line
When I can have a life of crime?
Wave goodbye to that boring nine to five
And all I see is more police out on beat
More and more CCTV, ya dun see me blud
Controlling these streets
I'd risk 25 to life for the price of my time in a vain-up attempt while they all get by
I'm another example of a wasted young mind but I need to get shot of this green and the white
Things like that shouldn't be talked about
Why go school, when I can do sweet Fuck all?
Just buy myself a big fat tool, rudeboy you could learn a thing or two
I'm lickin' shots like a lollipop
Shottin' rocks like a Kalashnikov
It's standard ting, I ain't lost the plot
So when I hot you up, you're best to tell me what you go
Messin' with me, rudeboy, could be your biggest mistake
Catch me from Hackney E8 out to Broadmead Estate
Don't go to the gym, but I'm holdin' the weight so don't watch how I do 'cause I sure ain't your mate
These are my contemplations
Dub, sweat and tears
Don't hold no fear
When I can have a life of crime?
Wave goodbye to that boring nine to five
And all I see is more police out on beat
More and more CCTV, ya dun see me blud
Controlling these streets
I'd risk 25 to life for the price of my time in a vain-up attempt while they all get by
I'm another example of a wasted young mind but I need to get shot of this green and the white
Things like that shouldn't be talked about
Why go school, when I can do sweet Fuck all?
Just buy myself a big fat tool, rudeboy you could learn a thing or two
I'm lickin' shots like a lollipop
Shottin' rocks like a Kalashnikov
It's standard ting, I ain't lost the plot
So when I hot you up, you're best to tell me what you go
Messin' with me, rudeboy, could be your biggest mistake
Catch me from Hackney E8 out to Broadmead Estate
Don't go to the gym, but I'm holdin' the weight so don't watch how I do 'cause I sure ain't your mate
These are my contemplations
Dub, sweat and tears
Don't hold no fear
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