Goldie Lookin Chain

Goldie Lookin Chain - Number One lyrics

rate me

fuk'n love fags man

So... er.. so... so what fags you got man? What you smokin' then?

I got fukin', I got Marlboro lights man, they come, look, in they're own fukin' box look

That's gold on it, I like a gold...

Lyrical devastation, across the nation

Safe as fuk and that's no exaggeration

The beats keep rockin' and the base'll hum

Get down fuk'n Embassy Number 1

I came round your house, to borrow some towels

I smoked a John Player and it loosened my bowels

Like a bullet from a smoking gun

fcukin' ten. Embassy Number 1.

Suckers to the side, I know you hate, My B & H

Mike fcukin' loves it.

Smokin' fcukin' fags is really really great

Chuffin on the reg, having a laugh with your mates

Cheap fags made by some bloke in Albuquerque

I'll smoke Embassy Regal, sometimes even a Berkeley

I'm never gonna stop, I loves 'em too much to quit

Best fag o'the day in the morning, taking a shit

And having a cup of tea and reading the Sun

Despite the chills when your bum gravy starts to run

10 Reg I fcukin' loves it

It's great to smoke a Regal when you're taking a shit

Or with my nan in a council flat

My girlfriend can smoke fags in her twat

I fu'ked her in the arse then she sucked my dick

I spunked on her face, she had shit on her lips

She's a bit mad and she drinks loads of cider

She'll show you her tits for under a fiver

Suckers to the side, I know you hate, My B & H

You're gonna get yours

Suckers to the side, I know you hate, My B & H

You're gonna get yours

You get duty paid, they come in celophane

Loving duty free when you're on the fcukin' plane

To Morocco, the Algarve or in a tent at Blan...?

Just make sure you bring me back a fcukin' carton

I got an 80-a-day habit, smoking these cigarettes

Twat, shit, c*nting, bollocks, fuk me I do have Tourettes

They're really quite pricey you'd have to agree

But I love smoking them with the GLC

I do things that are highly illegal

See me in McDonalds smoking on a Regal

I got a suitcase and a cabin chair

Selling fags down John Frost square

I wear a tracksuit, I look so fly

I goes down the Spar, I busy 20 Sky

Sovereign, Silk Cut or Malboro Red

Remember Kids, don't smoke in bed

Ten Embassy Number One

Ten Embassy Number One

Two pound forty can get you a surprise

A packet of ten Silk Cut King Size

By 'em from the co-op, or even the Spar

Smoking 40 tabs off yer head at Zanzibar

Then on to the Slowboat for some fried duck

Trying to speak Chinese when I'm all puckered up

Didn't pay for it so I started to run

Still smoking a fcukin' Embassy Number One.

Wave your fags in the air like you just don't care

You can afters cos I love to share

White-tipped Marlboro Lights, going out, having fights

Go to France for the day, selling fags in the night

This girl let me touch her chicken wings

When i gave her a box of 200 SuperKings

Like a bishop having sex with a nun

fcukin' Ten Embassy Number One

Suckers to the side, I know you hate, My B & H

You're gonna get yours

Suckers to the side, I know you hate, My B & H

You're gonna get yours

Buying tens and twenties to have in my joints

And getting slippers for my nan with the Focus points

Inhale, exhale, put it out, have another ciggie

Driving around listening to the Snoop, or a bit o' Biggie

Fags are great, they're really fcukin' fun

Regal, Marlboro or fcukin' Embassy Number One

Chain gang crew two thousand and two

Ten Bensons are wicked when you're smacked out on Glue

Embassy Number One

Embassy Number One

Embassy Number One

Embassy Number One

Suckers to the side, I know you hate, My B & H

You're gonna get yours

Suckers to the side, I know you hate, My B & H

You're gonna get yours

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