| Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
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| Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
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| Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
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| Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
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| Oi, so what you know about cribs
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| I’ll break into houses and take the piss
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| Fuck paying for shit
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| I ain’t straining to live
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| I’ll rave in the living room from eight to six
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| And the neighbours are bitchin 'oi turn it down'
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| Cuz the bass in my system be shaking the plates in their kitchen
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| So fuck a mortgage, budget or shopping list
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| Fuck being proper rich
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| I’ll fucking rob a crib!
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| And you know that we keep it loud, bring a decent crowd
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| So no police allowed
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| Please keep it down, no fuck that, make noise
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| Get mashed up and fucked out your face boys!
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| Get a plush house to play everyday
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| I’m fucked out my brain its the way that I stay
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| (So what you know about cribs?)
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| So what you know bout cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
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| Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
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| Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
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| Well I’ll describe, you imagine
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| Provided it’s random
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| The night life’s tight in the life of Lanshon
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| The phantom badman’s infected and sick
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| Representing the pissed with our section six
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| We’re the best when we spit
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| A selection of kids
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| That’ll squat in your shop if you question this
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| A generation of piss, don’t stop rocking mics
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| We don’t pay to exist cause we got squatters rights
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| Proper nights
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| Like a gram or a fat pill
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| Free electricity, water and gas bill
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| That’s real!
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| So trust the new team
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| Completely random and fuck a routine
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| Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
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| Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
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| So what you know bout cribs kids
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| Six-figure dipshits chillin with a stickfigure chick like a big fish
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| Bling bling!
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| Fuck you that’s a waste, barricade gates, have a rave
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| Bag of mash with a gram of K
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| What you know about raving and phat rigs
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| Saturdays plastics packed into Fabric
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| I see more life there in a warehouse
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| Brehs wanna tear down
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| I’m tearing my hair out!
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| I’m built to last like buildings aren’t
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| So fuck living charges
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| Charge in the nicker yard
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| Forget demolishing, best let the squatters in
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| I ripped them off bet the property is proper grim
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| So keep polishing your top dollar crock of shit
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| Watch me watch as you’re squandering the lot of it
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| Arrive in a crusty van
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| Live in your fuckin jam
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| Jam Jam faster
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| Life in your fucking land
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| Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
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| Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
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| Swab test, rotten rore-
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| Dog breath, commodore
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| Squat tech horrorcore
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| Top to the bottom floor
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| What you stopping for?
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| Smash through, lock the door
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| Take what was yours
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| Now its ours under common law
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| Under hollow cause
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| Break in and claim it, case it
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| Then slip straight up the drain quick
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| And mate you’re as safe as the bailiffs
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| I’m wasting away with the taste of the K-trip
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| Crusty as fuck disgusting drug peddlers
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| Musk of a dustbin truck
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| Pissed on your floor wavin my pork sword
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| As you kick in the door wavin a court order
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| Rock bottom kids rob the metropolis
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| Pigs not stoppin this shit like squat politics
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| I’m not knockin I’ll pick your lock proper quick
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| I’m not washin I stink of squat doggy shit
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| Oi, so what you know about cribs |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What You Know About Cribs? , by - Dirty Dike. Song from the album Bogies & Alcohol, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп