Тональность: C major
Verse 1
Bronx in six
Verse 2
He never gave any refunds to his mates
Bb
Now he wonders why he sits in
big house all on his own
With all his plastic and
nice painted plates
Bronx in a six,
let's do a one skinner you ten bob
Laughing me head off at the old cows
that grazed on grass from the boom
It soon turned its jet on
ya face and boom
Burnt you Puff Daddy,
it maced ya bastards
Good, I fuckin' laugh like fuck at ya wannabe labels,
shoots on location
Cut blokes in stables, ra, ra, ra
Verse 3
Bb
All ya Chiney wine tasters die in boxes
like the rest of us wasters
Bastard, I fucking tie ya veins 'round
ya Vans limited edition
Stitched tongues,
bond street like the Von Bondies
He got slapped up right,
I wouldn't fuck about with Jack White
You're a jammy slug, missed the salt
A twat with nine lives
Verse 4
You're a lucky little tit cake, die, die, die
A single skinner, how's tricks?
Bronx in a six
A single skinner, how's tricks?
Verse 5
Bb
I couldn't give a fucking shit
what you think about me, cunt
What ya saying now where's ya
wife? Ya kids? Ya house?
You ain't got none you silly billy
All gone quiet on the wanker front
Gary Coopers on the clue 'cause
he stuck to his guns
Radio edit, oh, it's so nice
Lauren Laverne keeps
playing tumbling dice
Just like you with ya
Maharishi shoulder bag
Walking the strip like
you fucking own the path
Verse 6
Bb
You wonder why you got no
mates?
You pretend to be proud
of ya own culture
Whilst simultaneously not giving two
fucks about ya own culture
What culture? Fuck culture,
the blueprint for all control
On the dole, money monk,
the monastery's faint flicks of reference
Paint a vague idea, a pound in the fruity
Fuck lolly on that scale you cunt,
ya mugged
The money monks saying it's
Verse 7
prays on bank books
A single skinner how's tricks
Bronx in a six
Verse 8
A single skinner how's tricks
Bb
I knocked ya shit vase over one night
I think you was boring women,
you slag off about some buying trip to Hanover, alright
Lobbing out the posh nuts and fucking
weird fruit as some appetizer
Clean white tiles, a view to the garden,
a room with a poo
I nicked all ya takings and ya
fucking mates coke too
Bringing women 'round then
bragging about the conquest
With ya pot belly Helmut
Lang white vest
Verse 9
Autumn, winter 2002 mind fest
A single skinner, how's tricks?
Bronx in a six
A single skinner, how's tricks?
Bronx in a six
A single skinner, how's tricks?
Bronx in a six
Outro 1
A single skinner, how's tricks?
Bb
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