Oi oi oi Lee Satchell you bastard. Stop trying to shag the birds and fight the geezers. Mine's a Kronenberg mate. The streets. . Who gots the funk?. Geezers, geezers, geezers.
It's who dares wins in the city. Sit pretty. Locked on not tripoli. Get dressed for the party. As I spit simile after simile. . Got the latest Nikes on my feet.
Turn left up the street. Nothing but gray concrete and dead beats. Grab something to eat, Maccy D's or KFC. Only one choice in the city. Done voice in my pity, now let's get to the nitty gritty.