Balaclava - Ghetts, Rude Kid

Yagayaya, yagayaya

Man a rah rah, where’s my balaclava?

Yagayaya, yagayaya

Man a rah rah, where’s my balaclava?

(Lord a mercy) Yagayaya, yagayaya

Man a rah rah, where’s my balaclava?

Yagayaya, yagayaya

Man a rah rah, where’s my balaclava?

Fling on the bally, semi-automatic

It’s real in the field, nigga

Man’ll get corned and cabbaged

We all know talk’s cheap, I deal with expensive action

Dem bwoy, they can’t afford this tariff

Come through hiding my face like I’m all embarrassed

And I’m walking awkward

I’m a gunner but it’s like my hips got a mind of their own

Supporting hammers (West Ham)

Brudda, I can split your wig, that’s mind control

Your thought just vanished

Life’s short, Insta vid, time to go

Pause and panic, casket, horse and carriage

Pushed, pulled and carried

Yagayaya, yagayaya

Man a rah rah, where’s my balaclava?

Yagayaya, yagayaya

Man a rah rah, where’s my balaclava?

(Lord a mercy) Yagayaya, yagayaya

Man a rah rah, where’s my balaclava?

Yagayaya, yagayaya

Man a rah rah, where’s my balaclava?

Yes, you live on the edge

Might wanna fling on your vest

Blud, what side are you on?

Cuh man can’t sit on the fence

Hench?

Yeah, you’ve been on the bench

But that yout’ll lick off your head

Friends?

Gang

All of them has foreheads like big compliments

Mask on, Stanley Ipkiss

See the car from a substantial distance

Car bomb and the bang’s ridiculous

Bally half-on, then it’s back to business

Man from out of town talk tough

Well, they wouldn’t last long in my actual district

Don’t believe me, just watch

Man are Mark Ronson to an average witness

Yagayaya, yagayaya

Man a rah rah, where’s my balaclava?

Yagayaya, yagayaya

Man a rah rah, where’s my balaclava?

(Lord a mercy) Yagayaya, yagayaya

Man a rah rah, where’s my balaclava?

Yagayaya, yagayaya

Man a rah rah, where’s my balaclava?