Verse One
(Skinnyman)
She was rocking Gucci sandals, he was rocking Prada sports
I suppose nowadays it takes all sorts
Everyone’s a baller never been on a ball court
Mind you don’t fall short, listen to the whole report
They’d be out kiting, clipping and shop lifting
Or running around town on the underground dipping pockets
Anything so they could make that profit
They had both been to jail it didn’t make them stop it
It made them more wise for their crime enterprise
They join both sides so they could move on the rise
Cos now they got it lockеd, thumbs in all kinda pies
Aiming straight for the prize
Likе the limit was the sky
They never taking cut backs and never compromise
They’ll talk to the bosses but not the small frys
They’d be like don’t take us for no Bonnie and Clyde
This is a whole new millennium, a whole new ride

Chorus
(Skinnyman)
X2
From brock to flossing don’t really happen often
Most yutes will end up in jail or in a coffin
What would it really take to get it poppin
Is it hustling, teefing, robbing or shottin?

Verse Two
(Skinnyman)
She was raised by her four brothers
And a dad that didn’t love her cos he wouldn’t stop pushing his hands under the cover
She’d search in her heart for the love of her mother
When she searched through the cupboards she was soon to discover
A gun that would soon replace the love for her mum
It put a bullet in her dad so she could get up and run away
To those streets only seen as prey
But now she’s all grown up and she don’t play
She stands in Kings Cross shottin rocks all day
With a brudda who she sometimes feel is gay

He said nah I love to f*ck nuff yattis in bed
But I don’t f*ck with relationships they f*ck with your head
She just laughed and said hold it down blood nuff said
Lets both go out on road so we can make mad bread
And link the team
So we can make mad cream
And enjoy the dream
And start flossin, nah wha I mean

Chorus
(Skinnyman)
X2
From brock to flossing don’t really happen often
Most yutes will end up in jail or in a coffin
What would it really take to get it poppin
Is it hustling, teefing, robbing or shottin?

Verse Three
(Skinnyman)
Plan on living forever ming(?)
Going out to n-yam up every ting
Saying we can both grow old and forever bling
Enjoying life for the finer things
Like the house, the cars, the diamond rings
And all them tings in store and more
That’s for sure
With nothing less than champagne for us to pour
Security surveillance, we got dogs at the door
You might hold a two two, I might hold a four four
We’ll hold down a nice lickle house in the country
With an off road jeep and a cupboard full of skunk trees
A summer house by the beach
And every now and then go and check for our London peeps
To reflect back to the start of this paper chase
And give back to the yutes on the council estates
Show them how to turn their life around and live great
Cos that’s how we started in the first place

Chorus
(Skinnyman)
X2
From brock to flossing don’t really happen often
Most yutes will end up in jail or in a coffin
What would it really take to get it poppin
Is it hustling, teefing, robbing or shottin?