Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Delivery Driver, artist - Goldie Lookin Chain. Album song Old Skool, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.10.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: GLC
Song language: English
Delivery Driver |
you gonna, you gonna fukin order the curry then or what? |
yeah, alright. |
pass me the phone clart. |
y’wa…hang on mate. |
whass, wha… aw, say whats the fukin number, son |
yew aah, switch yer fukin phone on… c'mon.fukin, i’m staarvin' |
er, allo, allo. |
yeah, i i i’d like to order a f. |
uh… a curry please, yeah |
er, chicken tikka massala, er, 4…4 pila… pilau rice’s |
(- can i ave a naan bread) |
aw fukin 'ell.we gotta, fukin. |
naan bread as well… |
uh, f. |
keema nan.3…3 onion bhajis. |
er, fukin. |
an an some pepsi |
yeah, yeah spa. |
is .its a takeaway. |
back in the port, stackin up yer bong |
havin a fukin laugh and still signing on |
i went to pick up a curry and they saw my capri |
i payed them in draw and the keema now its free |
the korma was wicked and it only cost a fiver |
and they asked me to become the new delivery driver |
the orders added up, two by fukin two |
i can sell draw when im delivering vindaloos |
when you’re driving in town late at night |
fuk me clarts you see some sights |
wrecking it up in my capri |
delivering a chicken bhuna going into Maindee |
now you see me knocking out making a cut |
ill give you free madras if you keeps yer mouth shut |
ill bring you a curry and sell you the blow |
ill put hash mix in yer bombay potatoes |
chicken tikka massala chips and rice |
chicken tikka massala chips and rice |
chicken tikka massala chips and rice |
chicken tikka massala chips and rice |
i delivered the mushroom biriani to this babysitter |
she invited me in and i fuked her up the shitter |
i took a lamb madras and a quarter to Brynglas |
my bitch got three ounces stuffed in her ass |
she sucked me off and spat in the mint sauce |
you don’t wanna know what she put in the main course |
chicken tikka massala delivered to 56 |
cause the people there are pricks |
cause they never fukin tips |
i delivers the curry right down pill |
this bird 'ad no money so she gave me a fucking thrilll |
i closed my eyes and made a wish |
i chucked my man milk up her fukin starfish |
i had 10 pints and smoked some crack |
now i gotta deliver a prawn dhansak |
i got to the house, i was sick on the doorstep |
but i made them pay cash cause i won’t take a cheque |
chicken tikka massala chips and rice |
chicken tikka massala chips and rice |
chicken tikka massala chips and rice |
chicken tikka massala chips and rice |
herbs and spices, deliver pills on ice |
i never get c-caught like in miami vice |
i get 'em really dodgy on the streets of the city |
deliverin' more draw than curry… which ain’t a pity |
but when the filth pull me over on the hard shoulder |
i gives them LSD curry and a strawberry pavlova |
and i pays them off with all this cash that i rake in |
the girlies love me so i’m always flicking bacon |
all this mad funk, never fukin quits |
ever seen someone get fuked with a pneumatic drill in quik-fit? |
i doubt it clart, now gimme the fukin money |
this is some of the shit i sees delivering curry |
chicken tikka massala chips and rice |
chicken tikka massala chips and rice |
chicken tikka massala chips and rice |
went down private-eyes and bought a special device |
it wasn’t very long before i got an order wrong |
and my special bombay spuds turned this bloke into a mong |
he started complaining when he woke up |
cause it was three weeks later and he missed the world cup |
he got fuked off, i must’ve really bought his piss |
cause i got fired next time i went into the office |
they found my capri with the draw they had to seize |
fcuk this splew i’m off to work down the chinese |