I will go easy on you guys. My fellow Londoners should know these staple songs.
Thats that song Ps Qs by Kano1.
I ain't like most that roll around
And kick shit off, I hold it down
But we're still gully
The only 'pop' you'll hear from us is
POP POP POP, then we're out
Act up and get boxed in the mouth
'Cos, you're just playing a gangster
You ain't never weighed a ounce, fought a bouncer
You ain't never hid no blocks in your mouth
Guns of Brixton sheeeesshhh2.
When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell
You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they come
You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun
fam these dem old grime ones styllll3.
Yo If that girl know's where you stay that's poor
some ***** banging on your door what for
pregnant? what're you talking about this for
fifteen, she's underage that's raw
and against law 5 years or more
and she wants a score and half of a draw
some kind of friend that you try and ignore
that ***** got you pinned down to the floor
but its your own fault you said three magic words
fam these dem old grime ones styllll
Back in the early 2000s
London by lily alien5.
.44 lick four shots through your four-door
For the four brehs that’s inside
And the .22 lick two shots at two of you
In your two-litre, two-seater
The eight mil, the eight mil will split your grill
Leaving your chair with two wheels
And the MAC-10, with this gat, I don’t need no friends
I'm gonna save up for one of them
.44 lick four shots through your Velour
Told you, you’re not rawno more
Watch your body drop to the floor
You should have known I was sharper than a chainsaw
I heard these South pricks wanna come and bring war
You should have known I was waiting at your front door
You should have known that my style was too raw
You should have known that your neck would have get bore
Fam my phone will run out of charge safeYou haven't named the song.![]()
EC arms4.
Riding through the city on my bike all day
'Cause the filth took away my licence
It doesn't get me down and I feel okay
'Cause the sights that I'm seeing are priceless
Everything seems to look as it should
But I wonder what goes on behind doors
A fella looking dapper, and he's sittin' with a slapper
Then I see it's a pimp and his crack *****
You might laugh, you might frown
Walkin' round London town
Sun is in the sky, oh why, oh why
Would I wanna be anywhere else?
Sun is in the sky, oh why, oh why?
Would I wanna be anywhere else?
When you look with your eyes
Everything seems nice
But if you look twice
You can see it's all lies
I love you3.
Yo If that girl know's where you stay that's poor
some ***** banging on your door what for
pregnant? what're you talking about this for
fifteen, she's underage that's raw
and against law 5 years or more
and she wants a score and half of a draw
some kind of friend that you try and ignore
that ***** got you pinned down to the floor
but its your own fault you said three magic words