| From the big big big big smoke to the big big big big apple, | |
| Whether you drink drink drink drink coke or sip sip sip sip | |
| Snapple, From the | |
| Capital to capital | |
| I'm trying to get that capital, | |
| Until my name's up in bright lights and capitals, | |
| In the big big big big city, it's a bit bit bit bit crazy, | |
| Where babies are having babies that grow up and rob old ladies, | |
| I've been on the hustle daily trying to get rap to pay me, | |
| Cause working in gap or | |
| Sainsbury's ain't gunna get that | |
| Mercedes Born in the eighties in | |
| London but | |
| African raised, | |
| And I've dreamed of packing those raves since back in the days, it's dreams, | |
| In the classroom banging on tables till the teacher says, | |
| Derek sit back and behave | |
| It seems in my 22 years so much has happened | |
| But I'm still progressing, bank balance going up per annum, | |
| But when you're doing rapping | |
| Charlie, seems to take a shooting or stabbing to go platinum | |
| Charlie, I ain't gunna let that happen | |
| Charlie. [Chorus:] | |
| City life | |
| I love you | |
| Even though the skies are grey, | |
| I'll never place no place above you, | |
| People trying to hustle every night and day, | |
| Some are living the high life, | |
| Under the bright lights, | |
| While others get high and throw their lives away, | |
| And every night | |
| I pray that | |
| I don't go insane | |
| And end up just another product of the city | |
| It's a bit bit bit bit crazy up in the big big big big smoke, | |
| If you're a lil lil bit bit lazy you'll end up a lil lil bit bit broke, | |
| Overseas it seems british folk are known for sniffing coke, | |
| Being quick witted, and wicked rich and sitting in boats, | |
| So every time | |
| I travel abroad | |
| I've gotta set the records straight, | |
| And represent for all the people who can't afford to flipping go, | |
| I'm just an ordinary bloke amoungst all these different strokes, | |
| Trying to stay afloat without doing no fraud or dealing dope, | |
| Street lights, street life, all a flipping joke, | |
| But I've come up a bit, had a good heart that toughened up a bit, | |
| Look in the mirror kissed the good guy good bye, | |
| Then exchanged my pucker-up lips for a stiff upper lip, | |
| Little rob's jacking, watch him hold'em up with arms, | |
| Kids are getting killed round these sides | |
| And certain role models ain't doing jack but holding up their arms, | |
| And that's just to do peace signs-these times are crazy [Chorus] | |
| No place for the weak every race is chasing paper seven days of the week, | |
| And the streets just sound like music, 'cause kids care recording criminal records- the police are the beat | |
| The steaks are high and everybody wants to eat | |
| Youths use weapons as ladders to step up on these high streets, | |
| Equals violence, then comes the violins, | |
| Then comes the sirens, then comes the silence, | |
| Life's the best teacher and | |
| I'm trying to study hard, | |
| So I can graduate up into the upper class | |
| Front line like queen latifah in set it off, | |
| Take notes like a bank robber in a rubber mask, | |
| Frontline like | |
| Chiefa we take while others ask, | |
| Duct tape the rap game, rape the pop world, | |
| Make off take another path, maybe politics, | |
| No mate don't take that for another laugh, [Chorus] |
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