Wrong Side of Town (feat. Hak Baker)
Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
We don't need none of you philosophers or clowns
Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
Well you must be on the top side of the pound
We don't need none of you philosophers around
Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
I rode with no hands on my bike
I got me best mate to the left
I wave hi to the guy on me right
He put his hand out big up his chest
I know all the faces of the night
I know all the treacles like to sesh
I hear the music on outside
And the car windows blow out cess
Sometimes we have to plan and connive
Out on the corner tryna finesse
It ain't even gone my breakfast time
And I see the boy dem on nonsense
I see a man get cut down to size
Out on the corner consequence
Just another day inside the life
I feel the wind blow through my dreads
What's happening geez (what's happening geez)?
Hope you're alright, how is your day
How have you been (how have you been)?
What do you mean (what do you mean)?
We do what we like, this is our life, these are our streets
Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
We don't need none of you philosophers or clowns
Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
He put his hands up for a fight
He pulled a knife out from his sleeve
That's how it goes when it is on site
Too many lads lost In derogatory
I know the anger lost inside
From the colonial geography
Lads have to stand up and unite
If we have any hopes in any peace
I see a mum smiling with pride
Walking with her daughter in the street
As I rode past them on my bike
She waved hello and skinned bare teeth
I know it is hard to cope sometimes
But it's even harder to achieve
I see the people on the rise
'Cause we are owed our liberty
What's happening geez (what's happening geez)?
Hope you're alright, how is your day
How have you been (how have you been)?
What do you mean (what do you mean)?
We do what we like, this is our life, these are our streets
Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
We don't need none of you philosophers or clowns
Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
Well you must be on the top side of the pound
We don't need none of you philosophers around
Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
We don't need none of you philosophers or clowns
Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
Well you must be on the top side of the pound
We don't need none of you philosophers around
Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
I rode with no hands on my bike
I got me best mate to the left
I wave hi to the guy on me right
He put his hand out big up his chest
I know all the faces of the night
I know all the treacles like to sesh
I hear the music on outside
And the car windows blow out cess
Sometimes we have to plan and connive
Out on the corner tryna finesse
It ain't even gone my breakfast time
And I see the boy dem on nonsense
I see a man get cut down to size
Out on the corner consequence
Just another day inside the life
I feel the wind blow through my dreads
What's happening geez (what's happening geez)?
Hope you're alright, how is your day
How have you been (how have you been)?
What do you mean (what do you mean)?
We do what we like, this is our life, these are our streets
Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
We don't need none of you philosophers or clowns
Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
He put his hands up for a fight
He pulled a knife out from his sleeve
That's how it goes when it is on site
Too many lads lost In derogatory
I know the anger lost inside
From the colonial geography
Lads have to stand up and unite
If we have any hopes in any peace
I see a mum smiling with pride
Walking with her daughter in the street
As I rode past them on my bike
She waved hello and skinned bare teeth
I know it is hard to cope sometimes
But it's even harder to achieve
I see the people on the rise
'Cause we are owed our liberty
What's happening geez (what's happening geez)?
Hope you're alright, how is your day
How have you been (how have you been)?
What do you mean (what do you mean)?
We do what we like, this is our life, these are our streets
Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
We don't need none of you philosophers or clowns
Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
Well you must be on the top side of the pound
We don't need none of you philosophers around
Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
Credits
Writer(s): Joe Armon Jones, Hakeem Baker, Morgan Simpson, Luke Wynter
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