Professor Green - Upper Clapton Dance (Ft. Chynaman & Cores)

PROFESSOR GREEN


Upper Clapton Dance Lyrics (ft. Chynaman & Cores)

When I bop through these ends
Follow me on a trek through the East End
Where we wear our hoodies in all seasons
Licking shots, dodging police
Constables
Walking with punk under balls
Jeans too low to ever to consider
Running or jumping walls
When I walk around here there's a couple of rules
Don't bling around here, tuck your jewels
Unless you wanna get done by the wolves
And don't fight back
A knife can be so
Uncomfortable
Before the changes
Before the Shell garage had the Sainsbury's
I walked the street daily
And one ten for big fat goes in the navy
Black hoodies
Nike tracksuits and hats
Who'll fit caps and chaps
Jewelery fact, all that
Attracts all these cats
Looking to lash on your goodies
You can run but that's harder
Dancing between the cracks and by karma
There's so many murders you never heard about
Why do you think they call it the Murder Mile?
Cause they talk about violence like they know
And this is never what their life was
So righteous
When a few weeks ago
A bullet missed and struck a minor
Oh my old High Road
Good old Upper Clapton High Road
Northolt
Wigan
Southall
Leeds
You all my upper Clapton peeps
This ain't your regular two step
Routine, take a few steps for me
Left foot, right foot, best foot, first foot
When you walk around here
You best to walk firm
So follow trend if you wanna stand a chance
Follow the steps and let's do the upper Clapton dance

If you're flash
With your cash
Then invest
Buy a mash
And a vest
To match
Protect
Your stash, look
Haters hate but don't hate them
Just do your thing and ignore them
Life's a bitch with problems
So fuck it
Come share them, look
Rubber guys you gotta watch them
Move to you, you got to pop them
Do or die you got to take them
Let it slide, you're a victim
Ride with your pride
Ride with the 9
Get caught
Then you're pissed then
Just ride the time
Do the Time
Mistakes, we can all fix them
Get six years
Serve three
Get a kitchen job, that's me
Took top bunk, bunk bed
Fuck signing on
It's rent free
This ain't me
But it could be
Cos road life's unsturdy
You beef it
If it's worth it
You go inside you respect it
Respect it, ride it
Use the time to reflect in it
Get out, start changing it
Change shits do shutting it
But back in the grime
Back to action
Back to the hate
Back to Clapton
Haters hate but don't hate them
Stack your bits and show them
This ain't your regular two step
Routine, take a few steps for me
Left foot, right foot, best foot, first foot
When you walk around here
You best to walk firm
So follow trend if you wanna stand the chance
Follow the steps and let's do the upper Clapton dance

Let me tell you what grime's about
To all the media people
That run their mouth
Too negative about what guns about
So we got a hard time trying to find something positive to rhyme about
But if you're minding that
Jump on the 253
It's up, try finding that
If you're lying, you'll be dying now
Put a gun to your brain
From here to the roundabout
To get murdered
And go on like nobody know 'em
But it's a murder in Soham and show 'em
It's so dumb
Lead people believe and who believe
These bars ain't going, swear down
We get banned from putting our show on
We get banned from tv and so on, swear down
Never hear the way the man go on
It ain't easy
Believe me
You don't come past, and fast
And your cars gone
Look, stare and your cuts won't last long
Gold rings and I'll take every last one
Upper Clapton dance with a mask on
Go on step in and won't pull a fast one
Seek too many men
Pass on, this one could be my last song
And the reason I see man rolling
And the hearses get worse from first to the last one

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these lyrics are last corrected by Frosty

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