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Streets Original Pirate Material

to this? Has it come to this? Original pirate material Has it come to this? Has it come to this? Original pirate material You're listening to the streets

Sharp darts spitting masters Spitting darts faster Shut up I'm the driver, you're the passenger I'll reign superior The pressure blows the dial on your

Hello, hello, my name's Terry and I'm a law-abider There's nothin' I like more than gettin' fired up on beer And when the weekend's here I exercise my

'Cos this world swallows souls And when the blues unfold It gets cold silence burns holes You're going mad Perhaps you always were But when things was

on TV, then we'll see You're can't do half, my crew laughs at yer rhubarb and custard verses Yer rain down curses but I'm waving, Yer hearse is driving by Streets

to shag the birds and fight the geezers Mine's a Kronenberg mate The streets Who gots the funk? Geezers, geezers, geezers Who gots the funk? Original pirate material

Yeah, street level, oi, oi, yeah That's it, right there 'Round there nothin' seems too big At street level, same old thing, everyday That's it, that'

Original Pirate Material Yer listening to the streets Lock down your aerial Make yerself at home We got diesel or some of that homegrown Sit back

Geezerz need excitement If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence Common sense simple common sense Geezerz need excitement if their