Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Catch Me If You... Nah, artist - Dirty Dike. Album song Return of the Twat, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Focus
Song language: English
Catch Me If You... Nah |
He started running ducking jumping 'cause the fuzz were coming |
He’d rather run, see his mum get another clubbing |
Man he’s in for it, it’s fucking ridiculous |
One little hit and now he’s running like did |
(Fuck I’m not into this!) |
He’s getting chased with sticks for this shit |
By a hundred and sixty pigs |
He was splashing up the numerous tagging |
'Til he sees a pig van full of luminous jackets |
So he hit the staircase like full speed! |
Mr. Barefaced he never went to school (please) |
He’s a geezer, twice as cool as what the police are |
Nee-naw nee-naw! |
Nah me neither |
Laters mate, I’m a race away |
Play the game escape 'til my trainers break |
A stupid twat, he ran through some student flats |
And by the time he reached the top floor his shoes collapsed |
Now he’s itching, walking round the kitchen of a college dorm |
Pants he was shitting while the pigs are at the bottom floor |
He thought «Fuck it, I’m a take a chance |
Jump straight out this window and break my arms» |
(Try this fucking win-oo ah, actu. hang on |
Woah woah woah woah woah, nah I don’t think so) |
He had a change of heart and gathered his thoughts |
«Uh if I jump out this window then I’m bound to get caught» |
He’s down to the naughts |
He remembered back in the days |
There were some heads in these flats who were actually safe |
We could hear the hip-hop and all the rapping for days |
'Cause their window backed onto where we sat and we blazed |
So he walked round knocking on the doors until he found them |
And said «Have you heard about the police I’m not about them» |
They said «Hell yeah man come inside, have a sit down |
A tall glass of whiskey and a Marlboro light |
You need a shirt that’s just not as bright |
And you can walk fucking free from the cops tonight» |
He thought «safe!» |
Rolled out rocking the garms, of the foreign guys upstairs |
Dropping their bars |
He walked straight out the back car park with the police in |
«Uh, boy in a red t-shirt have you seen him?» |
He said «Nah mate» and they didn’t even question it |
The shirt that he borrowed’s a description that’ll never fit |
Clever kid, otherwise known as the Melonskin |
Chase him forever but you’ll never get ahead of him |
«Uhh, seem to have lost visual |
Okay I’ve lost contact with the male in particular |
He was walking around here somewhere but uhh |
I’ve sat on my taser |
I woke up in a pile of sweat |
Sorry» |