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