N.B Track title is not Thru SPACE and TIME as stated
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alright? 'ands up, gimme all yer money
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rob the till and get away in a Nissan Sunny
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i bought a kebab, i'm fukin' annoyed
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i bought it down pill and it gave me typhoid
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rizla, fags, the hot cup of tea
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the only way to chill in the GLC
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i used to take loads of drugs and go out to a rave
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but now i just listens to chaz and dave
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molecular disfunction occurs mainly at this junction
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fuked up and unruly i bring contabulous rambunction
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the GLC style brings for us chaos without function
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snapping your neck like you're straight outta trumpton
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disabled and shit, unable to move
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you better fukin' dance to the GLC groove
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traveling through the universe like doctor who
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stories(?).......worlds now my tracksuit is blue
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it's been a long time, i shouldnt've left you
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with the dole cheque that i had to get to
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you spend it on gettin' wrecked outta your brain
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but now you're totally fuked by the goldie lookin' chain
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that's right, Raphael de la ghetto, he knows it
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this is p xain fukin' keepin' it real, you knows it
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care in the community, son.....innit
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inter-stella travel isn't always necessary
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but rolling in my car gets me as far as Leeds or Berry
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when i gets to the place, i spread the word some more
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i leave all the girlies screaming, 'fukin' encore!'
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Newport's fukin' lush, it's not a nightmare
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you know i loves chillin' in John Frost square
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but to be wicked, you gotta act the part
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my mum buys my tracksuits from fukin' Primark
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i's got a turbo tardis GTI
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it goes 40 miles an hour in the fukin' sky
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i looks for cling-ons but they're not up my ass
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i'm an inter-galactic razz clart who smokes grass
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i likes to think i travel through fukin' space and time
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but most of the time i'm wrecked outta my head on fukin' wine
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i get so drunk from the Threshers cheap booze
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it's loads of fun like drinking meths, you can't lose
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eggsie fukin' knows it, hussain does too
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some of you bastards haven't got a clue
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listen to our shit, you knows it's fukin' great
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get a copy off Two Hats and give it to your mate
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it's the way the GLC likes to function, clart
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not by sellin it in them fukin' pop charts
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i said our crew's growing, i meant it before
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get out there, blaah, and copy a few more
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it's the original crew, ain't no time for pap
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it's time to put Newport back on the map
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shopmobility, shop, shop, mobility
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shopmobility, shop, shop, mobility
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shopmobility, that's the one for me
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i nicked it from my gran when she was watching tv
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I gets to ride round, it's sound, for free
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and everybody said, 'he's in the GLC!'
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I sat at home with the dog and a brew staring at candles
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wearin' a tracksuit with socks and sandals
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i parks nearer town and i don't pay no charge
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because of my gran's disabled parking badge
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i'm from 'port, it's running through my veins
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Ben Wa Balls has fukin' got it, so has p xain
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we're all psycho like fukin' norman bates
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fuk with one of us and we'll seal your fate
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the goldie lookin' chain is fukin' so strong, it's like geoff capes turning a fukin' mini over for record breakers, with roy fukin' castle
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Thru Space And Time
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Goldie Lookin' Chain |