Lyrics Village Side - Local

Village Side

Dun dun, dun dun dun
Dun dun, dun da-dun
Dun dun
Look, I’m shipshape as I sail in and I’m right as rain when the sun’s out
Smoke eight K when I’m 45 and I’ll still be getting these guns out
One, it’s, Locs
Now where’d you get that platinum chain, with those diamonds in it?
That’s the spirit, if you got words put actions with it
Team Me yeah I brang one ticket
Handsome innit, my touch ain’t lost (nah)
Del Boy not a touch of frost
Tell me the last time I fucking lost
Emcees see me and they’re touching cloth
I’m a City boy, village side
Easy target, criticize
So precious we slip and slide
Slip my number and slip inside
Sit inside, state ya' name
And if it comes I’ll take the blame
Locs, I’m tryna change the game even if I don’t stay I’ll stay the, same
Wowzers, her hand’s up in my trousers
She’s smoking weed and she’s doing powders
But I like that face she got them eyes they got some powers
Everything gold except the showers (yo)
Still me one p still working
Still mixing weed with the sterling
People watch like fiends at a curtain
Wish I had her from she was a virgin
No one watched when we was emerging (when we)
I’m deep like sea, what an urchin (like sea)
Clash me like he got a merkin
Locs madman like skiing a German
Tryna go San Francisco, do a little dance in the disco
Can’t wait till everything Bisto
Tryna get to the Den, where’s Frisko?
Shit though, I’m so calm with a skill
I just want weed, five star and a grill
Chill, see me by the bar in a grill, one day I’m gonna have a yard and a hill
And do, fuck all, and chuckle, and make my drink a double
And we can sink a couple, and there’ll be no kerfuffle
So put the tune on shuffle (shuffle), and shuffle over
TV, cup and coaster
Living the vida double sofa
Uh, el bandito, still ain’t got a bambino
I ain’t tryna die like, wanna go live at five I’m
Everybody’s on pride and ego, everybody sells white and repo
I just want a flight from Heathrow look high see me in the sky there he, go
Yo, wave from the window
Long time from a dumb wage on a bimbo
Cardiff boy so hate on my lingo
I stay the same man, straight from the intro
So give me introductions (give me introductions), no interruptions (no
interruptions)
You know when it sounds like this it’s, them sick productions
Loose lips, sink ships, and I know some, Titanic jaws
Behind palace doors I know addict whores
Sexy blondes and some savage broads
Local I got laddish flows I want banging girls I want banging drawers
Course, wearing my hat indoors
And I’m broke, not even stacking stores
I want lavish tours, Spanish shores, disco lights in my kitchen
I want bingo nights when I’m winning
I want spliffs the size of my women (big)
Spinning, drink, pour up, chink, headshot, blink
Go out, shrink, wake up, think
Give me food in my shades
Some left school with grades, some left tryna be funny
If you had a car when you hit 17 your old man had some money
You was at bank with mummy, I was on site with a tool
I go work but I ain’t no whore so does that make me a fool?
Never been cool, but I am the best in the 'Diff any questions, any questions?
I am the best in the 'Diff any questions, any questions?
Trust, and none of you man can fuck with this, any questions, any questions?
I’m serious, I’m not taking the piss, any questions, any questions?