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Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
Oi, so what you know about cribs
I’ll break into houses and take the piss
Fuck paying for shit
I ain’t straining to live
I’ll rave in the living room from eight to six
And the neighbours are bitchin 'oi turn it down'
Cuz the bass in my system be shaking the plates in their kitchen
So fuck a mortgage, budget or shopping list
Fuck being proper rich
I’ll fucking rob a crib!
And you know that we keep it loud, bring a decent crowd
So no police allowed
Please keep it down, no fuck that, make noise
Get mashed up and fucked out your face boys!
Get a plush house to play everyday
I’m fucked out my brain its the way that I stay
(So what you know about cribs?)
So what you know bout cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
Well I’ll describe, you imagine
Provided it’s random
The night life’s tight in the life of Lanshon
The phantom badman’s infected and sick
Representing the pissed with our section six
We’re the best when we spit
A selection of kids
That’ll squat in your shop if you question this
A generation of piss, don’t stop rocking mics
We don’t pay to exist cause we got squatters rights
Proper nights
Like a gram or a fat pill
Free electricity, water and gas bill
That’s real!
So trust the new team
Completely random and fuck a routine
Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
So what you know bout cribs kids
Six-figure dipshits chillin with a stickfigure chick like a big fish
Bling bling!
Fuck you that’s a waste, barricade gates, have a rave
Bag of mash with a gram of K
What you know about raving and phat rigs
Saturdays plastics packed into Fabric
I see more life there in a warehouse
Brehs wanna tear down
I’m tearing my hair out!
I’m built to last like buildings aren’t
So fuck living charges
Charge in the nicker yard
Forget demolishing, best let the squatters in
I ripped them off bet the property is proper grim
So keep polishing your top dollar crock of shit
Watch me watch as you’re squandering the lot of it
Arrive in a crusty van
Live in your fuckin jam
Jam Jam faster
Life in your fucking land
Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
Oi, so what you know about cribs, all you need is first dibs and a section six
Swab test, rotten rore-
Dog breath, commodore
Squat tech horrorcore
Top to the bottom floor
What you stopping for?
Smash through, lock the door
Take what was yours
Now its ours under common law
Under hollow cause
Break in and claim it, case it
Then slip straight up the drain quick
And mate you’re as safe as the bailiffs
I’m wasting away with the taste of the K-trip
Crusty as fuck disgusting drug peddlers
Musk of a dustbin truck
Pissed on your floor wavin my pork sword
As you kick in the door wavin a court order
Rock bottom kids rob the metropolis
Pigs not stoppin this shit like squat politics
I’m not knockin I’ll pick your lock proper quick
I’m not washin I stink of squat doggy shit
Oi, so what you know about cribs