Golf Pete & Bas (Ft. Norman Pain)

[Verse 1: Pete]
'84 disrespect, kicked his door
Grabbed the cash from bedside draw
And the little stash under the bedroom floorboard
See his uncle George
Built like a brick and I thank the Lord (Jesus)
I weren’t fat back in the day
So I could move fast when it come to crunch
'89 Sunday lunch, pint, fag, plate full of munch
Fist full of rings, pricey punch
It ain’t Pimms o'clock when a bloke gets slumped
Out in cunch
'91 had a big old bando
Two Guard dogs, Dave and his Rambo
He's in the can like Rubicon mango
Ball and chain, Normie walked free but he lost his brain
'92 villa in Spain
Travelling Europe, private planes
Time fliеs
'95 cut those ties
Got a mate who works in thе bakers
Pull out the mash and I’ll make you a pie (Sweeney)
'96 Stan got nicked, found his stash
In the back of the brand new motor
Car chase and the whole thing crashed
Collecting debts
Wars with the London Met
'98 case got blown
I went home and I cried in bed (Trust me)