I've never lived in an urban ghetto
A poverty stricken area of hobos
But I don't wanna hear about your troubles no more
Cause you keep popping caps into kids in fast food stores
My boys call my G-Dog cause my name's Gavin.
And that begins with G, can you see the fun I'm having with words?
Have you heard about the Crystal Palace hood, straight outta Norwood?
Let me take you under my wing and we'll do some folk singing
When we do a drive-by we're just gonna say 'Hi' and wave politely
Instead of all the drug dealing we're just gonna do some freewheeling

Cause I'm a middle class white kid with a nice attitude
M-C-W-K-W-A-N-A, yeah that's the name of my crew
And if you put away your handguns maybe you can join too

Things ain't always what they seem
Up here in my hood a Magnum is an ice cream
And ibuprofen is the strongest drug
Up here we don't fuck the police, we just give em a hug
You're talking bout Dr Dre, Tupac and Biggie
As I munch away on my two packs of Big Eat crisps I bought on a whim
If you think your uzi weighs a ton you should try the weights at my gym

Cause I'm just a middle class white kid with a nice attitude
M-C-W-K-W-A-N-A, yeah that's the name of my crew
And if you put away your handguns maybe you can join too

It's been called black-on-black crime but you can't wave a magic wand
Cause up here in SE19, we prefer blonde-on-blonde
You complain about your schooling, say you're disenfranchised
But you shot a couple of kids just for eating french fries
Cause they showed you no respect
Well that's something you're gonna have to earn before it has any effect


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