Kano and Mickey J - Random Antics lyrics

rate me

Rah rah, East London madness

I’m that kid who the f*** is Alex

Straight one take, I don’t need no ad-libs

Some full shaves so the booth is blackness

Watch no face when you see the palace

No shaped-belt so the jeans are saggin'

Rah rah, East London madness

I’m KA who the f*** is Alice

Back to bills I don’t bun the jallis

Run them clubs like I'm the caddy

Rah rah, East London madness

I’m about this, who the f***'s about this?

I ain't tryna rise, no shots or sadness

But stamp that p***y if he chat's about me

Go! Go!

Call the ambulance, my n****s went over the top like capses

I meant hats off but the line didn't match sh**

But say suttun', get sparked like matches

Kick down doors like f*** the latches

Get that paper from under the mattress

Rah rah, East London madness

On the Eiffel Tower, and I ain't from Paris

Been around the globe, yeah I told the atlas

Baybruel, Melbourne, here and Dallas

Down dirty south, I don't seek the catfish

Now the dollars are stackin'

Rah rah, East London madness ...

And I got a cousin up in Catteriss

Now it's on random antics

But imma wrestle n****s like Randy Savage ...

Remember Randy Savage?

If n****s thought that Kano had vanished

They'd be dust cause the flow so magic

May be dust cause the dose is acting

I used to write bars on the train to Acton

Cold tough enough - yeah old-school garage

Rah rah, East London madness

R.I.P Mike but who the f***'s the baddest?

Tell the truth Mike, who the f*** the baddest?

Don't make me loose Janet

Rah rah, East London madness

GH, Lethal, Wiley and Dizz

East End, Barking, Bow and Stratford

Latem, Plasdale, Ilford, Acton

Rah rah, East London madness ...

But I don't need Giggs's ad-libs

My chick look straight at the beauty pageant

But tall, buff tings yeah that's a sandwich

Drink till a n***a fall down like Bambi

F*** that ghost n***a blame the Brandy

Hooligan style, tell a n***a let's have it

F*** it, full'a cash and still bump the candy

I heard the bang-beat from Addis and Lee

Simpsons now, who's driving? Maggie?

Rah rah ...

Ay, tell 'em what Racks on Racks is

Tell them to make it round, n****'s acting, cats rich

Straight drown man like I was the baptist

Umbrellas out, turn chicks Rick anters

No long chat, no chit, just action

Tank not empty but ain't no gas in

Cardin' callin' Pepsi but ain't no maxin'

Boom street viv-vav, doin' the matsi

Too many bags, still can't get a taxi

Set the automatic

Run dem streets like Paul and Radcliffe

Rah rah, East London madness

Fully equipped like go-go gadget

Bedroom bullet like Shab and Radgin

And don't stop at all like buja-bantern

Good girls gone bad, dressin' is rank

And work dem curves like Jessica Rampi

Roger that - this is the perfect, no practice

I rock the boat, scream "Aye aye Captain!"

Fill my shoes, no beach with sand in

Let a man wear it, whoever the cap fits

Near n***** star, but the swagger's lacking

I'm a holster like you hold the gang

And heard man like ... gangster sacksive

But I'll make you fill the gap in

Rah rah, East London madness

They say I'm the best and I just say gracias

And I tell a man...

Say something (say nothing!) What!

Say something (say nothing!) What!

Say something (say nothing!) What!

Say something (say nothing!) What!

And I tell a man...

Say something (say nothing!) What!

Say something (say nothing!) What!

Say something (say nothing!) What!

Say something (say nothing!) What!

Thanks to TheDon for correcting these lyrics