Rude Boy

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ghetts] I've been through hell and back, selling crack in these depressing flats With a weapon that were cheap, because the deaded man would ease I remember back then even though my memory's bad I ain't forgetting that Dat all on my Reeboks, cocoa and that cheap pot Popo don't wanna ease up, I'm a no-showing police snuck Back door or window, catch me? I don't think so I don't know what you've been told, but (rudeboy) [Hook: Ghetts] Hear me nah, hear me nah, I'm well known in my area In my area I'm well-known, 6'1", twelve stone GH, J Clarke, I set pace, you take part Braveheart to the motherfucking graveyard [Link: Majestic] Rude boy, boy, rude boy Rude, ru-ru-rude, rude boy Rude boy, boy, rude boy Rude, ru-ru-rude, rude boy Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier [Verse 2: Ghetts] I've been through hell and back, so when I'm round friends I brag (about) The things I never had (around), my first crimes were snatching leather bags (in town) I was never bad, then there was an effect that peer pressure had I ain't forgetting that Front line in that corner, before gun crime was the norma Was front line with a bora, mum crying I'm out of order Telling me I'm like my dad was, I just wanted a better status So I could leave my bike there with no padlock, back when I never had an alias [Hook] [Link] [Outro: Ghetts x2] Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier