How's Life In London - London Posse, Rodney P

Cos when I see em I didn’t rap

(What you mean you didn’t storm?)

You know that, I did dip but weren’t about to dive before I’m pro, black

I believe ya, now watch the heat we bring fever

(Remember rap attack?) I used to mack and sport beaver

With the backing

And more puff than the magic dragon

(Why the spliff look large?)

Because we put the whole bag in!

I remember there was a slag in my old days of blaggin'

Enough man’d get but we don’t ban a cheque

So we’d skip, find some honey dips and we’d wop

At the night spots, cos that shit jump in '86

'85 '84 or whenever

I remember Mandy she used to like leather

(Then freak to beat, freak) long before acid

When I used to ride a scooter with the Honda bike massive

And when we go to Tokyo they go, «How is life in London?»

And all the sexy Yardy girls are always, «How is life in London?»

And the weed man in Amsterdam say, «How is life in London?»

(And what you tell them?)

Boy, I want you listen the way I strung em I tell em about the rallies

And the ballies on the manor

Who roll thick and quick to flip like Bruce Banner

Check my grammar

The girls in Japan love the slang

And the ones in Manhattan they like the chattin' so it’s easy sprattin'

I remember Burberrys and Acme scooter jackets

Forgot to pay tax in the shack I used to smash it With the ratchet

We used to playfight in the sunshine

And laugh at the suckers getting stung on the frontline

I used to do the jockey moves to The Blackstones

Getting flat in the days of Farah slacks and beaver hats

A young yute coming up through puberty

Wasn’t known for microphone and then boning was still new to me Used to clock the sweet tings on Oxford Street

And Kings Road when I’d shop to meet skins to ring, y’know

And in Japan they’d say I talk like Damien

The Yanks said I sound Australian, but hear me now

The Chinese girls ask me, «How is life in London?»

And in New York the talk is always, «How is life in London?»

And all my honeys in Harare ask me, «How is life in London?»

(And what you tell 'em?)

I tell 'em as a yute I used to stun 'em

And I used to be in love with that hun Carolina

Her daddy was from Jamaica and her mum come from China

She was shocking, so nuff man was jockeying to grind her

But she stuck with me, even though I three-timed her

As a yute I was a railer used to jack the cheats of London

(And now we chat)

I got more flavour than a pack of cheese and onion

I stunned em In Japan a black man nice always

I wouldn’t back a cracker so I couldn’t sprat in Norway

As a yute I spread the skins and found there’s cherries in the middle

If I liked the wiggle, I call her Eliza Doolittle

Cos by jove I think she’s got it And if she’s got it I’ma get it cos I want to get into it I used to wanna get intimate

They said I couldn’t now I can and yes I know I can, can’t I honey?

The way I’m running tings is real funny

As a little whippersnapper it was, «Pooni or money,» y’know

All the girls in Queens ask me, «How is life in London?»

Seen.

In the Phillippines they ask me, «How is life in London?»

And all my Spanish bredruns ask me, «How is life in London?»

Chat.

All at once I’ve got them going, «How is life in London?»