Yeh, Yeh
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Wot
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When I bop through these ends,
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Follow me on a trot through the East End,
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Where we wear our hoodies in all seasons,
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Licking shots,
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Dodging police,
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Constables,
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Walking with punk under balls,
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Jeans to low,
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To ever consider,
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Running or Jumping walls,
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When I walk around here there's a couple of rules,
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Don't bling around here, tuck your jewels,
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Unless you wanna get done by the wolves,
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And don't fight back,
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The knife can be so uncomfortable,
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Before the changes,
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Before the Shell garage had the Sainsburys,
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I walk the streets daily,
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And one ten for big fat goes in the navy,
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Black hoodies,
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Nike tracksuits and hats,
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Who'll fit caps and chaps,
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Jewellery fact, all that
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Attracts all these cats,
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Looking to lash on your goodies,
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You can run but that's hard to dance
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Between the cracks and by karma,
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There's many murders you never heard about,
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Why do you think they call it the Murder Mall.
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Cause they talk about violence like they know it,
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And this is never what their life was,
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So righteous,
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When a few weeks ago,
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A bullet missed and struck a minor,
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Oh my High Road,
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Good old Upper Clapton High Road,
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Northolt,
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Wigan,
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Southall,
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Leeds,
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All my Upper Clapton People,
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This ain't your regular two step,
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Routine, take a few steps for me,
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Left foot, right foot, best foot, first,
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When I walk around here,
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Your best to walk firm,
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So follow trend if you wanna' stand the chance,
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Follow the steps and let's do the upper clapton dance.
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If your flash,
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With your cash,
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Then invest,
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Buy a mash,
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And a vest,
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To match,
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Protect your stash, look
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Haters hate me but don't hate them,
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Just do your thing and ignore them,
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Lifes a bitch with problems,
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So fuck it,
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Come share them, Look,
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Rubber guys you gotta watch them,
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Move to you, you got to pop them,
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Do or die you got to take them,
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Let it slide,
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You're a victim,
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Ride with your pride,
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Ride with the 9,
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Get caught,
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Then your pissed then,
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Jus' ride the time,
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Do the Time,
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Mistakes, We can all fix them,
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Get six years,
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Serve three,
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Get a kitchen job, that's me,
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(Took) Top bunk, bunk bed,
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Fuck sidelines,
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It's rent free,
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This ain't me,
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But it could be,
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Cause road lifes sturdy,
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You beef it,
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If it's worth it,
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You go inside you respect it,
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Respect it, Ride it,
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Use the time to reflect in it,
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Get out, start changing it,
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Change shits do shutting it,
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But back in the Grime,
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Back to Action,
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Back to the hate,
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Back to Clapton,
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Haters hate but don't hate them,
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Stack your bits and show them,
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This ain't your regular two step,
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Routine, take a few steps for me,
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Left foot, right foot, best foot, first foot,
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When you walk around here,
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You best to walk firm,
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So follow trend if you wanna stand the chance,
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Follow the steps and let's do the upper clapton dance.
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Let me tell you what Grimes about,
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To the media people,
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That runs their mouth,
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Too negative about what guns about,
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So we got a hard time trying to find something positive to rhyme about,
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But if your minding that,
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Jump on the 253,
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It's up, try finding that,
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If you're lying, you'll be dying,
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Put a gun to your brain,
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From here to the roundabout,
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To get murdered,
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And go on like nobody know'em,
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But it's a murder saw'em and show'em,
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It's so dumb,
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Lead people believe and who believe,
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These bars ain't going,
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We get banned from putting our show on,
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We get banned from tv and so on,
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Never hear the way the man go on,
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And easy,
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Believe me,
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You don't come past, and fast,
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And your cars gone,
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Look, stare and your cuts won't last long,
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Gold rings and I'll take every last one,
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Upper Clapton dance with a mask on,
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Go on step in and won't pull a fast one,
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Seek to many men,
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Pass on, this one could be my last song,
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And the reason I see man rolling,
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And the hurts get worse from first to the last one.
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Upper Clapton Dance
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| Professor Green |
