Jurgen Kropper (feat. Local)

Everything proper, Jurgen klopper
Big mac whopper
Royston Cropper
We got the live
Have you seen Clive?
It’s twenty past five, he's off his rocker
Came with nought point eight of the dizz
Might have 3. 5 of the proper, chopper
Football sticker swapper
Used to nick 50p out your locker

Realer, realer ain’t got to be a big drug dealer
I'm on the street like Rita
We run the thing like Julius Cesar
Wheel up, wheel up
Bounce to the beat, don’t seize up
Hands in the air with your keys up
Can’t see me John Cena

Hopped in, popped out
20 for the watch now
Bossed out
Never should of dropped out
Tryna live ma best life
Baddy she from uptown
Catch me on that main stage
I just come ‘n’ shut down
Then I mix that drink with the drink
Got me sinking them in
Bada boom bada bing
Raise the roof when I'm in
Got that club on box
Got that shit locked off
Know that whip trip tron
I like my shit tip top

Last night was a right off, oh my days
568 and that 5 star flake
Mum said when you gonna act your age
We run shit, pull up in that blacked out range
We paid
Told the boys tonight there's no violence
Yo, let bygones be bygones
Little baddy at the bar I got my eyes on
Vip booths she's mine if I want

Wheeler, dealer what's good geezer
5 star food in a Fila
Pull up with Bad Boy Chiller in a beemer
We got Tina, Sheila, Selina, Trina
Don't want to be a Justin Bieber
I was in the club, by the side of the speaker
Raver, Skanker
Sarah, Samantha
I was in the street like Blanka
10 missed calls and I still didn’t answer
What's good, gangster
Disco, dancer
I call it Weed, my Mum calls it Ganja
Tour bus life, call me a bus wanker

I'm not a gangster, I'm a charva
New whip, new grip, new clarva
I'm not a gangster, I'm a charva
I put the money in the bag and then I scarper

Bradford to Cardiff, who came to party
Bad boy chiller, make the crowd go barmy
B Barmy army
8th of the charlie
Three days straight, I'm starving marvin

Running from the police, so I hopped the bus
I just drank 10 cans and I'm off my nut
Said I’d drink 10 more but the shops are shut
It’s about time that I stopped the drugs
But I can’t
'Cause everytime the party starts
I just pull up with the boys in a chorey car
Woke up still drunk and I can’t be assed
Quick brew, then its pints down the Toby carv

Realer, realer ain’t got to be a big drug dealer
I'm on the street like Rita
We run the thing like Julia Cesar
Wheel up, wheel up
Bounce to the beat don’t cease up
Hands in the air, with your keys up
Can’t see me John Cena