[00:00.00] 作词 : Pete & Bas
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Pete & Bas
[00:17.43]Top shagger, Mick Jagger
[00:19.46]Birds drawn to my rockstar swagger
[00:21.84]Broads begging me to clap their cheeks
[00:23.77]But I’ma walk on by ‘cos I’m way too dapper
[00:26.33]I walk firm like a big brick shit house
[00:28.21]You’re man shit bricks when I whip that stick out
[00:30.56]So, son sit down and cut that shit out
[00:32.74]Or I’ma dig a hole in the ground you can fill out
[00:34.90]Pick another fella, you don’t want the smoke
[00:36.76]I windmill double fist and I drop ya both
[00:39.02]A black belt, I can scrap ‘cos I know my judo
[00:41.42]I’ll make a man squeal like he dropped the soap
[00:43.76]The magazine stuffed like a lad in a gay bar
[00:45.92]Popped a few shots while I’m grabbing the paper
[00:48.06]I make a bread, I’m a hell of a baker
[00:50.04]My boots handmade with the skin gator
[00:51.98]Pete:
[00:52.48]Pulling up in a black Ranger Raptor
[00:54.67]Bald on the nogging, I slap 50 factor
[00:56.84]Any sales better go through P
[00:58.74]You think you’re the plug, I’m the ****ing adaptor
[01:01.35]Belly full of beans and a mind full of darkness
[01:03.73]Swing from the fist, out cold like a carcass
[01:05.90]I’m out for blood like a shark is
[01:07.72]Heartless, I’m a gangster not an artist
[01:10.19]Selling bootleg gear on the market
[01:12.33]Any old fart pass by, that’s a target
[01:14.34]Mark it, barking the price at a bastard
[01:16.48]If he don’t bite then the mug gets clarted
[01:18.73]I’m a handful, I’m a problem
[01:20.84]I’ve been mixing my gin with Naproxen
[01:22.95]Living life by the books, not an option
[01:25.07]When you’re running round with a head full of toxins
[01:27.42]Grip the metal like a man in a workshop
[01:29.58]I squeeze let it beat like I’m having a jerkoff
[01:31.95]I’m making heads swivel when I’m whipping my tits out
[01:34.25]The fellas know we’re scrapping when I’m ripping my shirt off
[01:36.43]Black suspenders, South Eastenders
[01:38.48]Had his whole block knocked off like Jengas
[01:40.67]Whole team built off of thugs and offenders
[01:42.84]Came from the bottom now the gang's big spenders
[01:44.82]Kicking the door and knocking his teeth out
[01:46.90]I serve up a whopping when I’m bringing the beef out
[01:49.03]I’m foul when I slide on him taking his knees out
[01:51.27]I make ‘em bow down to the king of the Deep South
[01:53.64]King of the manor I’m a prickly bastard
[01:55.67]Step into the pub and I get quickerly plastered
[01:57.94]Metal in his mouth, ‘cos I’m sick of the verbal
[02:00.12]Made a man jig when the thingamy blasted

作词 : Pete & Bas
作曲 : Pete & Bas
Top shagger, Mick Jagger
Birds drawn to my rockstar swagger
Broads begging me to clap their cheeks
But I’ma walk on by ‘cos I’m way too dapper
I walk firm like a big brick shit house
You’re man shit bricks when I whip that stick out
So, son sit down and cut that shit out
Or I’ma dig a hole in the ground you can fill out
Pick another fella, you don’t want the smoke
I windmill double fist and I drop ya both
A black belt, I can scrap ‘cos I know my judo
I’ll make a man squeal like he dropped the soap
The magazine stuffed like a lad in a gay bar
Popped a few shots while I’m grabbing the paper
I make a bread, I’m a hell of a baker
My boots handmade with the skin gator
Pete:
Pulling up in a black Ranger Raptor
Bald on the nogging, I slap 50 factor
Any sales better go through P
You think you’re the plug, I’m the ****ing adaptor
Belly full of beans and a mind full of darkness
Swing from the fist, out cold like a carcass
I’m out for blood like a shark is
Heartless, I’m a gangster not an artist
Selling bootleg gear on the market
Any old fart pass by, that’s a target
Mark it, barking the price at a bastard
If he don’t bite then the mug gets clarted
I’m a handful, I’m a problem
I’ve been mixing my gin with Naproxen
Living life by the books, not an option
When you’re running round with a head full of toxins
Grip the metal like a man in a workshop
I squeeze let it beat like I’m having a jerkoff
I’m making heads swivel when I’m whipping my tits out
The fellas know we’re scrapping when I’m ripping my shirt off
Black suspenders, South Eastenders
Had his whole block knocked off like Jengas
Whole team built off of thugs and offenders
Came from the bottom now the gang's big spenders
Kicking the door and knocking his teeth out
I serve up a whopping when I’m bringing the beef out
I’m foul when I slide on him taking his knees out
I make ‘em bow down to the king of the Deep South
King of the manor I’m a prickly bastard
Step into the pub and I get quickerly plastered
Metal in his mouth, ‘cos I’m sick of the verbal
Made a man jig when the thingamy blasted