Oi, what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
Oi, oi, what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
Oi, what you know about cribs,
I'll break into houses and take the piss
Fuck paying for shit (Fuck that)
I aint straining to live (Nahhh)
I'll rave in the living room from eight to six ('Ave Ittt)
And the neighbours a bitch 'oi turn it down'
Cuz my system be shaking plates in the kitchen
So fuck a mortgage, budget or shopping list
Fuck being proper rich
I'll fucking rob a crib
And you know that we keep it loud, bring a decent crowd
So no police allowed
Keep it down, no fuck that, make noise
Getting mashed up and fucked out your face boys
Get a plush house to play in every day
And fucked out my brain is the way i stay
Oi, what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
Oi, oi, what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
I describe, you imagine
Provided it's random
The night life's tight in the life of (mansion?)
The phantom bad man, infected as sick, representing the pissed with our section six
We're the best when we spit, A selection of kids
That'll squat in your shop if you question this
A generation of piss
Don't stop rocking mikes, We don't pay to exist, coz we got our squatters rights
Like a gram or a fat pill, free electricity water and gas bill! That's real!
Trust in music and fuck a routine.
Oi, what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and section six
Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
Oi, oi, what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
So what you know about cribs kids?
Six figure dip shits killin' with a stick figured chip like a big fish
Bling bling
Fuck you, that's a waste, barricade gates, have a rave, bang and mash with a gram of K!
What you know about raving and fat rigs?
Saturday's brass'nest (?) packed into Fabric,
I see more life there in a warehouse,
Walls wanna tear down, tearing my hair out
I'm built to last like buildings aren't
So fuck living in charges
I'll charge you to nick ya yard
Forget demolishing
Best let the squatters in
I rep them off, bet the property is proper grim
So keep polishing your top dollar crock of shit
Watch me watch as you squandring the lot it
Arrived in a crusty van
Life in your fucking jam
Jam Jam Baxter
Life in your fucking land
Oi, what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
Oi, oi, what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
I cba to do Mr Key's paragraph. peace!