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(Oi, oi) You ain't from round here, are ya?
Bricks cut from that barber
Crops straight from that farmer
(Oi, oi) You ain't from round here, are ya?
We don't believe in karma
These streets are ten times harder
(Oi, oi) You ain't from round here, are ya?
Bricks cut from that barber
Crops straight from that farmer
(Oi, oi) You ain't from round here, are ya?
We don't believe in karma
These streets are ten times harder
[Verse 1: Pete]
Got a donny [?] and the Mayfair smooth
If you want smoke, better makе your move
Hate going uptown, too many crowds
But I love whеn they spot my face on the tube
Ooh-wee, they all wanna be like me
Ladies love me, can't get enough of Internet Pete
Excuse me darling, you better leave in the morning
I've got a little golf tourne'
And you know that I'm in it to win it, I never back down
The shoes on me feet, they're brown
Smoking a ♥♥♥ in me dressing gown
Whip round quick when I nip down town
King of this place, no need for a crown