Goldie Lookin Chain - Thru Space And Time lyrics

rate me

N.B Track title is not Thru SPACE and TIME as stated

alright? 'ands up, gimme all yer money

rob the till and get away in a Nissan Sunny

i bought a kebab, i'm fukin' annoyed

i bought it down pill and it gave me typhoid

rizla, fags, the hot cup of tea

the only way to chill in the GLC

i used to take loads of drugs and go out to a rave

but now i just listens to chaz and dave

molecular disfunction occurs mainly at this junction

fuked up and unruly i bring contabulous rambunction

the GLC style brings for us chaos without function

snapping your neck like you're straight outta trumpton

disabled and shit, unable to move

you better fukin' dance to the GLC groove

traveling through the universe like doctor who

stories(?).......worlds now my tracksuit is blue

it's been a long time, i shouldnt've left you

with the dole cheque that i had to get to

you spend it on gettin' wrecked outta your brain

but now you're totally fuked by the goldie lookin' chain

that's right, Raphael de la ghetto, he knows it

this is p xain fukin' keepin' it real, you knows it

care in the community, son.....innit

inter-stella travel isn't always necessary

but rolling in my car gets me as far as Leeds or Berry

when i gets to the place, i spread the word some more

i leave all the girlies screaming, 'fukin' encore!'

Newport's fukin' lush, it's not a nightmare

you know i loves chillin' in John Frost square

but to be wicked, you gotta act the part

my mum buys my tracksuits from fukin' Primark

i's got a turbo tardis GTI

it goes 40 miles an hour in the fukin' sky

i looks for cling-ons but they're not up my ass

i'm an inter-galactic razz clart who smokes grass

i likes to think i travel through fukin' space and time

but most of the time i'm wrecked outta my head on fukin' wine

i get so drunk from the Threshers cheap booze

it's loads of fun like drinking meths, you can't lose

eggsie fukin' knows it, hussain does too

some of you bastards haven't got a clue

listen to our shit, you knows it's fukin' great

get a copy off Two Hats and give it to your mate

it's the way the GLC likes to function, clart

not by sellin it in them fukin' pop charts

i said our crew's growing, i meant it before

get out there, blaah, and copy a few more

it's the original crew, ain't no time for pap

it's time to put Newport back on the map

shopmobility, shop, shop, mobility

shopmobility, shop, shop, mobility

shopmobility, that's the one for me

i nicked it from my gran when she was watching tv

I gets to ride round, it's sound, for free

and everybody said, 'he's in the GLC!'

I sat at home with the dog and a brew staring at candles

wearin' a tracksuit with socks and sandals

i parks nearer town and i don't pay no charge

because of my gran's disabled parking badge

i'm from 'port, it's running through my veins

Ben Wa Balls has fukin' got it, so has p xain

we're all psycho like fukin' norman bates

fuk with one of us and we'll seal your fate

the goldie lookin' chain is fukin' so strong, it's like geoff capes turning a fukin' mini over for record breakers, with roy fukin' castle