Upper Clapton Dance lyrics

Wanna bop through these ends?

Follow me on a trot through the East End

Where we wear our hoodies in all seasons

Licking shots, dodging police constables

Walking with punk under balls

Jeans too low to ever to consider

Running or jumping walls

When I walk around here there's a couple of rules

Don't bling around here, tuck your jewels

Unless you wanna get done by the wolves

And don't fight back

A knife can be so uncomfortable

Before the changes

Before the Shell garage had the Sainsbury’s

I walked the street daily

And one ten for big fat goes in the navy

Black hoodies, Nike tracksuits and hats

Who'll fit caps and chaps

Jewelery fact, all that

Attracts all these cats

Looking to lash on your goodies

You can run but that's harder

Dancing between the cracks and black karma

There's so many murders you never heard about

Why do you think they call it the Murder Mile?

'Cause they talk about violence like they know

And this is never what their life was

So righteous, when a few weeks ago

A bullet missed and struck a minor

Oh my old High Road

Good old Upper Clapton High Road

Northwold, Wigan, Southwald, Leaview

All my Upper Clapton peeps

This ain't your regular two step routine

Take a few steps with me

Left foot, right foot, best foot, first foot

When you walk around here

You're best to walk firm

So follow trend if you wanna stand a chance

Follow the steps and let's do the Upper Clapton dance

If you’re flash with your cash

Then invest, buy a mash

And a vest to match

Protect your stash, look

Haters hate but don’t hate them

Just do your ting and ignore them

Life’s a bitch with problems

So fuck it, come share them, look

Rubber guys you gotta watch them

Move to you, you got to pop them

Do or die, you got to take them

Let it slide, you're a victim

Ride with your pride

Ride with the 9

Get caught, then you’re pissed then

Just ride the time, do the Time

Mistakes, we can all fix them

Get six years, serve three

Get a kitchen job, that's me

Took top bunk, bunk bed

Fuck signing on, it's rent free

This ain't me, but it could be

'Cause road life’s unsturdy

You beef it if it's worth it

You go inside you respect it

Respect it, ride it

Use the time to reflect in it

Get out, start changing it

Change shits do shutting it

But back in the grime, back to action

Back to the hate, back to Clapton

Haters hate but don’t hate them

Stack your bits and show them

This ain't your regular two step routine

Take a few steps with me

Left foot, right foot, best foot, first foot

When you walk around here

You're best to walk firm

So follow trend if you wanna stand a chance

Follow the steps and let's do the Upper Clapton dance

Let me tell you what that grime's about

To the media people that run their mouth

Too many of them knives and them guns about

So we got a hard time trying to find something positive to rhyme about

But if you’re mind's in doubt

Jump on the 253

Yourself and try finding out

If we think that you're lying, you'll be dying now

Put a gun to your brain

From here to the roundabout

To get murdered

And go on like nobody know 'em

But it's a murder in Soham and show 'em

It's so dumb

Lead people believe and who believe

These bars ain't going, swear down

We get banned from putting our show on

We get banned from TV and so on, swear down

Never hear the way the man go on

It ain’t easy

Believe me

You don't come past, and fast

And your cars gone

Look, stare and your cuts won't last long

Gold rings and I'll take every last one

Upper Clapton dance with a mask on

Go on, step in and they won't pull a fast one

Seek too many men

Pass on, this one could be my last song

And the reason I see man rolling

And the hearses get worse from first to the last one

• Artist:Professor Green
• Album:Upper Clapton Dance