Bag of Grease Newham Generals (Ft. Skepta)

[Hook 1: Footsie]
Somebody told me the game was dying
Somebody told me the game was drying up
And they want one big bag of grease
When it comes to the Generals, straight bag of grease
And you dun know we're doing it straight from East
Somebody told me the game was dying
Somebody told me the game was drying up
And they want one big bag of grease
When it comes to the Generals, straight bag of grease
And you dun know we're doing it straight from East

[Verse 1: D Double E]
Somebody told me the game was dying
Somebody said that it's drying out
Don't know 'bout you man, man are flying out
Don't know 'bout you man, man have got bookings
Newham Generals, we get a look-in
Everyting's nice just like my granny cooking
Bag of good food on the table
[?] able
Cuh man are the deepest camp when it comes to performing
We don't ramp, every minute, man are touring
Us man are live and dem man are boring
With the effort, blud, we put more in
That's why all the neighbours are encoring
That's why all the ravers, they're imploring
Come to the show, blud, it's far from boring
You man are deadout