Jurgen Kropper (feat. Local)

Everything proper, Jurgen klopper

Big mac whopper

Royston Cropper

We got the live

Have you seen Clive?

It’s twenty past five, he's off his rocker

Came with nought point eight of the dizz

Might have 3. 5 of the proper, chopper

Football sticker swapper

Used to nick 50p out your locker

Realer, realer ain’t got to be a big drug dealer

I'm on the street like Rita

We run the thing like Julius Cesar

Wheel up, wheel up

Bounce to the beat, don’t seize up

Hands in the air with your keys up

Can’t see me John Cena

Hopped in, popped out

20 for the watch now

Bossed out

Never should of dropped out

Tryna live ma best life

Baddy she from uptown

Catch me on that main stage

I just come ‘n’ shut down

Then I mix that drink with the drink

Got me sinking them in

Bada boom bada bing

Raise the roof when I'm in

Got that club on box

Got that shit locked off

Know that whip trip tron

I like my shit tip top

Last night was a right off, oh my days

568 and that 5 star flake

Mum said when you gonna act your age

We run shit, pull up in that blacked out range

We paid

Told the boys tonight there's no violence

Yo, let bygones be bygones

Little baddy at the bar I got my eyes on

Vip booths she's mine if I want

Wheeler, dealer what's good geezer

5 star food in a Fila

Pull up with Bad Boy Chiller in a beemer

We got Tina, Sheila, Selina, Trina

Don't want to be a Justin Bieber

I was in the club, by the side of the speaker

Raver, Skanker

Sarah, Samantha

I was in the street like Blanka

10 missed calls and I still didn’t answer

What's good, gangster

Disco, dancer

I call it Weed, my Mum calls it Ganja

Tour bus life, call me a bus wanker

I'm not a gangster, I'm a charva

New whip, new grip, new clarva

I'm not a gangster, I'm a charva

I put the money in the bag and then I scarper

Bradford to Cardiff, who came to party

Bad boy chiller, make the crowd go barmy

B Barmy army

8th of the charlie

Three days straight, I'm starving marvin

Running from the police, so I hopped the bus

I just drank 10 cans and I'm off my nut

Said I’d drink 10 more but the shops are shut

It’s about time that I stopped the drugs

But I can’t

'Cause everytime the party starts

I just pull up with the boys in a chorey car

Woke up still drunk and I can’t be assed

Quick brew, then its pints down the Toby carv

Realer, realer ain’t got to be a big drug dealer

I'm on the street like Rita

We run the thing like Julia Cesar

Wheel up, wheel up

Bounce to the beat don’t cease up

Hands in the air, with your keys up

Can’t see me John Cena