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Trendy wendys you know i mean
Hangin' around girl who's rolling up her jeans
She watches her street cred 'cause she's no
Saw rockin the microphone and now she's calling me a
Says I know what I want don't move with
We're house parties hip hop and smoking
And whoever's been the boss she's with 'em
She's always on 'cause the girl got rhythm
To avoid all complications give some information
About a certain location under Paddington
when I host my show-a I avoid the girl called lola
Who's pu-pu-public than the drink they call it coca cola
I'm just practice posing is shaded in black
Is dominating as my color the massive
Right now i hit it kick it smooth hit middle wicket

I take a small step now it's a giant
People say I'm why should I hide
Only had a small taste so what a
I quietly observe it's not my space
Bottom heavy you know we're never even
People call me Tricky for reason
got you see and I've got to let you know
See we're rockin' in your area beneath your balcony
My baby just cares for me well that's
Her touch tickles on my tummy

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Now got the microphone

Now who's

G

A turbo and chant with a charge
Addy, Daddy G bunch crew at large
Don't me an officer just call me a sarge
Mashing up the country also abroad
to go to America when I get a visa card

But gettin' a visa nowadays isn't hard

G

So keep your ears glued listen to every
city's one place that we toured
Four plus two mixer board
Sharper than a Wilkinson sword

3D

When I was a child I subbuteo on
My table then I graduate to one
D's my nom de plume you know but 3's my pseudonym
And around my neck you know I wear the sony
Indigo blues you got me in my own
The people dancing in the shape for they make
They can't
Yes waxing lyrical but this time it's not
It's kinda so jam me in a ???
This is the miracle of the dubplate dub

G

So whether you're black or half-caste in your complection

3D

Yes pull out your phono and tuck you in your phony
started by marconi resumed by sony
A by wireless history and only
The attack ??? explosione

Horace

Get away you gangsters
We don't it
Get away you gangsters
We like it
Eternal eternal love
Money money
of all evil
Money money
of all evil