One Thing - Roots Manuva, Champion

One thing leads to the next thing, leads to the next thing, leads to the next

thing

A simple thing, money.

Look at him money

Comes to my head, like it came to a head

O crack it off, look at these eggs

Poached and scrambled, my preamble

Amble’s over, no Land Rover

So what the heck are you doin in Surrey?

You don’t look new, you seem to ate money

How could we hate the queen, when the social

Bill seems so obscene and it helped to create the scene

That put the people where the people be here

And its also open lee here

Got the taste for the finest E here

One thing leads to the next thing, leads to the next thing, leads to the next

thing

A simple thing, money.

Look at him money

Damn fool I am I lost my cool, o hooligan

It’s where the ish began, walkers crisp ball crisp be yan

Lookin all Christian, the geezer called jesus is the leader of a gang

My gang flow do promote the holy ghost, praise his name invoke the holy ghost

When I shake my tambourine I shake that ever so keenly

My only wish is to get a lamborghini

My girlfriend loves snakeskin bikinis

One thing leads to the next thing, leads to the next thing, leads to the next

thing

A simple thing, money.

Look at him money

One thing

Oo baby