[Verse 1] Tracksuit bottoms, proper state, standing by the iron gate Wasteman, roadman, looking for a scrap Chavvy motor, tinted glass, smoking on dat stinky grass Cheeky Nando's, extra hot, lets see what you've got Oyster card, double deck, breathing down the copper's neck Pint of lager, local pub, waiting for a sub Aggro in the parking lot, give it everything you got Revving up the dodgy engine, giving it a parting shot [Chorus] But we're laying off the swearing Keeping all the lyrics clean, but we're still completely mean Yeah we're laying off the swearing Never needed filthy chat just to swing a heavy bat [Verse 2] Brummie accent, heavy slang, running with the local gang Tesco meal deal, sausage roll, keeping strict control Council estate, concrete block, keeping everything on lock Kicking down the alleyway, harder than a rock Proper geezer, sorted mate, turning up a little late Poundland, Primark, knocking on the door Absolute behaving mad, proper mental, utter lad Taking out the competition, swinging for the jaw [Bridge] (Tempo drops to half-time. Heavy, stomping, four-to-the-floor beat) Hold up. Slow down. Stomping through the underground. Heavy boots. Cold street. Smashing on the half-beat. Mute the mouth. Keep it raw. Hardest track you ever saw. Drop the bass. Let it rip. Biting on your bottom lip. [Chorus] But we're laying off the swearing Keeping all the lyrics clean, but we're still completely mean Yeah we're laying off the swearing Never needed filthy chat just to swing a heavy bat [Outro] Iron doors slam, the cell block rings, that's the end of the roadman ting! Never needed filthy chat just to swing a heavy bat!
