Dettwork Southeast lyrics

Chorus



OI this strictly for the rudebwoys in London,

worldwide in suburbs and inner city dungeons,

boppers and sweets mackin up the high street,

never eat shreded wheat in Dettwork Southeast.



OI this strictly for the rudebwoys in London,

all sorts of suburbs and inner city dungeons,

boppers and sweets mackin up the high street,

never eat shreded wheat in Dettwork Southeast.



Verse 2



I keep it rougher with my accent,

no play actin

strikly UK black ting,

asian and anglo-saxon,

now hear whappen when im rappin,

peace to all the people in Clapham and all the barbers cuttin pattens,

my visions of the streets,

vividly rigid like a poor mans hangups,

paintin pictures in rhymes like Van Gough, I stand tuff.

Black like my afro,

no dandruff,

no head and shoulders,

no bleach no rollers keep your hands off,

directly,

travelcards get me from here to anywherever my destination be,

yeah yeah you get me, sexy,

buffalo ???????? up in my focus,

they used to push a mini but now they ridin in lotus.

Bible bashers and crack smokers,

purves, snatchers and posers,

bald headed braids walkin round like,

Isaac Hayes,

Black moses,

old fogees with cold bogey, ya runny noses lookin hopeless,

TAKE NOTICE.



Chorus





Verse 3



Now if I aint in Brixton you might catch me up in Hackney,

a riddim role,

scopin all the girls in the jungle clothes,

Moschino, Versace, and Polo,

many police shirts, with Ralph Lauren labels,

buyin dem bagels.

then I head up norht to Seven Sisters,

see Muslims doin business,

Jahovas witnesses handin out leaflets,

its an everyday routine,

If you get my meanin,

steamin,

robbin and stealin, in west ealin.

Champagne bubblin from London to Dublin,

mudlin? I merchandise my service up in scotland,

commin tru commin tru like a british rail train,

its Blak Twang holdin up for the domain,

You`no`w`mean....



Chourus repeated....



GOOOOD work London SE8

all rudbwoy you know fe big up your state



Deeeeettwork London SE8

Blak Twang crew you know fe lick up your gate.



Chorus repeated.....



Outro

Ya na mean, mind the gap old chap,

(HA) Stand clear of the doors,

Its that hardcore commin through,

Blak Twang up in your area,

Dettwork Southeast....

Its the brand new lick.
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