your body - shine your lobby With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery [Verse 1] Last night ran in your spot - blinded the other three Talkin
nigga, who I die for [This verse needs some work] This is for my Q dogs, who lit a block's bright spark We grew up on Old English, summertime Roy with
: Times are tough for English babies Send the army and the navy Beat up strangers who talk funny Take their greasy foreign money Skin shop, red leather