Lyrics Boys in Blue - Skittles

Boys in Blue

Please just stop talking
Cause they won’t find us if you do
All the silly boys in blue
All the silly boys in blue
Please just stop talking
Cause they won’t find us if you do
All the silly boys in blue
All the silly boys in blue
I knew one guy called Johnny
He was on it man
He made five oners a day
Shifting Os and Bs on the local estate
When he was young, his dad ran away
So he barely remembers his face
But his mum said he looks like Chris
Without his brace
You see, Chris was his little brother
Always out and about
Running his big mouth
And Johnny was Chris' idol
And Johnny knew Chris' big mouth
Would land him inside if he didn’t stay silent
Cause Chris was always causing beef
And Chris weren’t even violent
He just knew that Johnny would be right beside him
If anyone tried to fight him, it’s the cycle
Please just stop talking
Cause they won’t find us if you do
All the silly boys in blue
All the silly boys in blue
Please just stop talking
Cause they won’t find us if you do
All the silly boys in blue
All the silly boys in blue
Johnny got onto the white
He was shotting green by day
And white by night
Seemed like it was all going alright, until
Late one night
One guy on a bike rolled up with a knife
And he held it right to the side of his eyes
And told him these are my sides
And you don’t know none of my guys
The result of Chris
When he’s pissed
He’s a wise guy
See, Chris went school with the little brother of the guy with the knife
Told him his life
They were tight
And the kid told Chris that his bro had a knife
And Chris was like «Yeah, my bro shots white»
When the kid’s bro heard outside
And that night Johnny got knifed
Please just stop talking
Cause they won’t find us if you do
All the silly boys in blue
All the silly boys in blue
Johnny died, a single stab to the abdomen
Chris knew where he kept his bags
So he grabbed for them
Just thinking he didn’t want his mum or the police to have them
But when he goes back
There’s a strap with them
He couldn’t believe Johnny was that hidden
But now he’s got a beef with the little brother of the guy
With the knife
Maybe he should pack with him
So he left that day
Ten bags with him
Came back in all fresh clothes
And a bag full of fat rhythm
Didn’t know cash was that given
Two years later, stacks risen
I mean, Johnny died
So nothing’ll put him off shottin', if that didn’t
You can’t compare that to prison
It’s your worst nightmare
But for Chris, just think
It isn’t