Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Knows It, 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
You Knows It |
From the dawn of time they came, travelling silently down through the centuries, |
devoted to the ancient code of leisurewear and smoking draw, upon completing |
their journey, they assembled in the spiritual epicentre of all things safe and |
thus began the task of converting all unsafe un-believers |
'ere we go, feel my fukin' flow |
Like john luc piccard from star-trek, the show |
We’re living life hard and smoking on the joe |
Page three model giving my c*** a blow |
I’m not square but you’re wrecked if you tangle |
With a chain like mine that goes fukin' jingle jangle |
I know all the bouncers, I never have to wait |
They even gives me all the fukin' draw they confiscate |
Sit down and rest your bones |
Put the glc loud on your fukin' headphones |
Show us a bong and smoke two cones |
And have a game of snooker down fukin' Capones |
Some people believe hip-hop's from Harlem |
Fcuk that we’re coming live from St Balam |
Keepin' it raw for the tricky third album |
Keeping it slick for the nuns in Llantarnam |
You, you knows it and you’re safe as fuk… Innit |
My mind’s filled with electricity |
I wanted to do this shit since the age of three |
But then I didn’t know about the glc |
So I bought a fukin' chain and jumped from a tree |
To the floor, then learnt to smoke draw |
I met up with my mate, P Xain and some more |
We got wrecked and went fukin' mad |
And made a few songs that upset my dad |
Some of them were sick and some were insane |
And we lost a band member who’s name was Hussain |
He went away for a week and a day |
And he hasn’t come back so his rhymes, he can’t say |
Adam Hussain did too much cocaine |
There were too many drugs running through his veins |
Two thousand pounds overdrawn on his statement |
Now he’s doing cold turkey in the fukin' basement |
I got drunk and was sick in the bogs |
And on the long walk home through |
I go’s down town to the talisman |
To sell ectasy from the back of a van |
Delivering lyrics that’ll cut you like a razor |
Traveling at the speed of light, just like a laser |
Fuk with your head, didn’t mean to phase ya |
I like dressing up, spa — trainers, tracksuit and a blazer |
You, you knows it and you’re safe as fuk… Innit |
Suckin' and smokin' marijuana |
Having a drink and dancing in Cubana |
I go’s down there with a girl called Alana |
Apparently she works in Havana |
I go’s down town with no apprehension |
I go’s to the shop and I buys ten Benson |
And the guy behind the counter, he asks us to mention |
I’m in the glc and they’re out of the question |
He says, 'get out, you make me feel sick' |
So I walks away and calls him a prick |
I go’s down the leisure-centre and uses the gym |
And afterwards I have a swim |
I got thrown out for smokin' the draw |
And lying on the ladies changing room floor |
They said, 'get out, son, you’ve done this before |
You even got caught naked on the M4' |
They were sick, but they were right |
He was sick in the mind but he had a good night |
The glc, they’re fukin' intense |
But they can make a hundred quid outta fifty pence |
You feel the pressure, it feels fukin' intense |
But the glc makes loads of fukin' sense |
When you think about it, it makes loads of sense |
But when you don’t think about it, I don’t make no sense |
You, you knows it and you’re safe as fuk… Innit |
It’s like a foreign language, like german or dutch |
You listen for a while but you don’t know much |
So you sit down for a couple of hours, you see |
It starts to make sense, it’s the glc |
It’s all about having tracksuits and chains |
And getting wrecked and fukin' puking out your brains |
Or blasting your ring with loads of weird shit |
Cos you’re fuked up on drugs and you fukin' love it |
If you wanna converse then you gotta learn the lingo |
It’s a game like darts or some bingo |
Traveling in a car fast down the road |
The glc, it’s like a fukin' code |
It gets you into places that make your mind explode |
Like the women’s bogs up the fukin' Toad |
Don’t stop it and save a few quid on barbers |
It was fukin' murder from the start |
The glc are like fine art |
I gotta say, you knows it, clart |
You, you knows it and you’re safe as fuk |
You, you knows it and you’re safe as fuk |
You, you knows it and you’re safe as fuk |
You, you knows it and you’re safe as fuk… Innit |
Goldie lookin' chain, safe as fuk for the year 02, respect to the Maindee boys, |
glc, back once again |
The Pill massive, Steady crew, Beechwood Posse, Risca, Alway, Barrack Hill, |
Baneswell, Handpost, Belle view, Massive respect to Lloyd Ganja 99, |
safe as fcuk, you knows it! |