What You Know About Cribs? - Dirty Dike, Jimmy Danger, Jam Baxter

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