Selekta - Kyle Gordon ft. Albie Wobble, Trixie B, Sidequest

Albie Wobble
Representing Wellington-upon-Trent
We in here
Big up my man Nathan, coming through with the ganja
Rudeboy, mi want fi chat to me, gwaan
Selekta
Are you mental?

Comin' through on what I do
I never knew your crew be doo-doo
With the bum to the boom-boom
Bum-de, bum-de-bum, boom with the boom boom
What do you do? Put ya crew in a new blue tutu (Ooh)
Who mandem? Over by the chip shop? Yo, can't stand them
Then stab them, man go bonkers
With the Glasgow smile for the plonkers
Me nah stab 'em in the biscuit
Blood on me trainers? Nah, can't risk it
Pick up the skeng and ya mandem ran
Couldn't nick a hot pot pie off me nan
And if you wanna boogie, yo, let's tango
Hit 'em with the Rambo, right up in the mango

Take me to the yard if you can handle it (Brra)
Let's pop a mandy or I'll cancel it (Boom, oi, oi)
Them oglin' me baps
All through me Burberry (You-you what?)
I know you heard of me (You-you what?)
Boy

If you pop round in Bradford to Bethnal Green down to Bournemouth
I'll turn your ugly mug into porridge
I'm all rough and tumble
Million quid to get your Barney-Gumble'd
Looking for a tussle, head to the pub
Shaftesbury Ave for the rub and tug
Don't mind my Ps and Qs and my A to Zs
You want a toastie? I'm on me way to Greggs
So gonna pop for a fiver? That's a bargain
Knees up, not a fuckin' stroll in the garden
"Pardon?" Yeah, you lot are ponces
Piss off you poofs and you fairy nonces
You want this? Yo, I got your mum up on the pickle
Bonk the old bird till I tickle and I fizzle
And I got ya gran up in the middle
Pipe the old bag right down and get a diddle

Take me to the yard if you can handle it (Brrr)
Let's pop a mandy or I'll cancel it (Ayy, oi, oi)
Them oglin' me baps
All through me Burberry (You-you what?)
I know you heard of me (You-you what?)
Boy (Go on then)
Show me the wedge or don't you bother me (Don't be a fucking lemon)
Yain't worth a Sunday roast at Toby Carvery (Fuck off)
Don't start with me
And don't get smart with me (Fuc-fuck off)
You get no part of me (You-you what?)
Boy