Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Is England, artist - Kano. Date of issue: 03.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
This Is England |
| I’m from where Reggie Kray got rich as fuck |
| East London, who am I to mess tradition up? |
| Jellied eels, pie and mash, two pints of that pride on tap |
| Polo top, pair of stans, flat cap and a Burberry mac |
| Some ASBO kids on the crack here |
| Super tenants on a park bench, brown packet |
| Yeah, that’s the hood, yeah, that’s the hood |
| I’m just a 2Pac nigga in a town full of Suges |
| Tryna be straight in this town full of crooks |
| Know when you’ve never seen a man buy a Bentley with a book |
| We take to water like a duck, headed to the green |
| But getting caught up in the rough |
| Story of my life, and I’m just giving you the crux |
| The wheels keep on turning, we keep on earning |
| Streets lead to wars and spies |
| Be sure we keep on moving forward |
| Straight, straight as the arrows fly |
| Back when Lethal Bizzle was Lethal B |
| This is how we used to dun the dance in East |
| We used to spit 16s til they called police |
| Probably somewhere in a party or the dark she’ll be |
| This is England, this is England |
| Where you could be a villain or a victim |
| Where you make money, make it out, avoid pen |
| That’s the idiot’s guide to the manor, my friend |
| Uh, it’s been a long time coming, like Sam said |
| A change gonna come for the masses |
| Bars back, give that dark shit a damn rest |
| Rap for the have-nots and the have-less |
| This my Rocky stairway flow |
| Something those Apollos wouldn’t know |
| Brother and a mother, where’s Daddy? |
| Ah, fuck it, same old, same old |
| Face bothered, two three piece, Lucky Thompson |
| Fight against the odds to the top like Jack Johnson |
| You can keep the more money if you keep the problems |
| I can keep it real, can you keep it 100? |
| Just bought a soda pound sign said |
| Stripped and underground, king of his highness |
| Now what will come first, getting rich or the dying? |
| The tears or the violins? |
| The wheels keep on turning, we keep on earning |
| Streets lead to wars and spies |
| Be sure we keep on moving forward |
| Straight, straight as the arrows fly |
| Back when Lethal Bizzle was Lethal B |
| This is how we used to dun the dance in East |
| We used to spit 16s til they called police |
| Probably somewhere in a party or the dark she’ll be |
| This is England, this is England |
| Where you could be a villain or a victim |
| Where you make money, make it out, avoid pen |
| That’s the idiot’s guide to the manor, my friend |
| It’s not a hip hop party without a butt twerk |
| It’s not a real rap song without a cuss word |
| It’s not a house party without a shuffle |
| It’s not a garage rave without champagne |
| Back when Wiley was Wiley Kat |
| This was how we used to get the party gassed |
| CS, get the party gassed |
| Then you covered your face and dossed out the back |
| I’ll tell you, back when Lethal Bizzle was Lethal B |
| This is how we used to dun the dance in East |
| We used to spit 16s til they called police |
| Probably somewhere in a party or a dark she’ll be |
| This is England, this is England |
| Where you could be a villain or a victim |
| Where you make money, make it out, avoid pen |
| That’s the idiot’s guide to the manor, my friend |
| Back when Lethal Bizzle was Lethal B |
| This is how we used to dun the dance in East |
| We used to spit 16s til they called police |
| Probably somewhere in a party or the dark she’ll be |
| This is England, this is England |
| Where you could be a villain or a victim |
| Where you make money, make it out, avoid pen |
| That’s the idiot’s guide to the manor, my friend |