Lyrics Routine Check - The Mitchell Brothers, The Streets, Kano

Routine Check

Spoken: The good thing with the law these days, right, is that
Criminals know their rights better than their wrongs
What do you mean routine check?
I didn’t take this route to be checked
Sounds like you routinely check
Any youths in jeans and creps
What do you mean routine check?
I didn’t take this route to be checked
Sounds like you routinely check
Any youths in jeans and creps
Ten to nine, Teddy tends to not have time, that’s when
Teddy wants to decline to entertain all your pisstaking jibes
I tell you my name I’m identified by and when the station
Verifies, you’ll realise what I tell you is right
Your hand dips inside my black Stan Smiths, rustles my
CK boxers, fuck’s sake nearly grabbed man’s dick, cunt-stable
Sorry, I didn’t mean cunt-stable, but that name feels so comfortable and I find
it so fun to talk cause cunt-stable ain’t done nothing at all
I don’t fit the description of the kid who kicked all them doors off
Their hinges, listen mate I just spitted that anilic, you and
Your sidekicks getting kicks off my side’s embarrassment
But you’ll see me end up in the van again and you’ll hear the cell door slam
again
(Police officer)
What’s the problem officer?
(Just a routine check mate that’s why we stopping
you) This is the
Third time now, must be popular, never knew I had fans, oh here’s my autograph,
as you can
See it’s all steady yeah I bought my car, licence insurance it’s all proper
(Listen
I make that decision you just keep it on guard Mr. Tony Mitchell from Manor
Park with
Your saggy jeans looking like you so hard wearing jackets twice your size like
you’re carrying arms You’ve got to
Stand here) What?
You’re having a laugh, if this is what I’m being held for,
kiss my ass
I showed you all my papers now what more do you need?
(Now come on son where
you hiding all the weed?
Is it in the glove compartment or under the seat?
Behind the sun visor smart
very neat now
Listen son you might as well tell me what you got) What you on about?
Obviously your plan’s flopped
Trying to put me wrist in cuffs I think not I know I ain’t got no skunk so just
piss off
I’m Marvin I need to go to the chip shop, pardon me, Sgt.
Martin,
I’ve got to nip off
I wish I could stay but I can’t be stopped maybe next time, we could all kick
off
Aw, man
What the fuck do you want from me?
I just want to be left alone so don’t even
bother me
Interrupt me and accuse me wrongfully I ain’t got the time this is long for me
Spoken: [Blah blah blah, Kane
Robinson, twenty first of the fifth eighty five, Forest Gate
Hospital] You know the kid’s with a piston out of breath cause you
Lost them all, you won’t find a box of merck so spare me the time of the stop
and search
Two black boys and they got a Merc, if it was stolen why would we stop the Merc?
You pulled us to try and find problems, like Jay-Z and 99 Problems
I’m a bad boy anyway always got protection, 99 Condoms
Yeah officer, course I’m a thief, dealing little drugs and my boot smell of weed
Run around the block saying «fuck the police», I learnt that from a D-Block CD
So fuck your routine, mind your own business, never mind me
Oi oi I don’t get many routine checks these bros are not the
Same, apart from the day off that train from that Tottenham game,
I do tend to end days in the police station
On occasion lately, once a week, maybe
I get a crime reference number for my most recent phone
The police code that’s the code for a free phone
Take one camera phone, tell them I got jacked of the phone
When in fact actually though, the previous evening back at home
I played Babyfoot, no-one jacked my phone
I madly gambled my phone and got smacked by my bro
Vacate the station with a pace back up the road
And hope next Saturday I won’t lose my brand spanking phone
Fuck it!
It’s strange that man should take up crime when there’s so many legal
ways to be dishonest