Rude Boy — текст песни

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)

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

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

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

Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier

Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier

Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier

Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier