Whipping in a rental, 'bout to go mental
Speakers are blasting out Charva Essentials
You don't wanna fuck with the K-A-V
I'm a bad boy MC, tell 'em "Check my credentials"
Four boys sitting in an S-Line
With the Beemas about so I've gotta take time
If them YJ's want it then I'll make you red line
I'ma drive like Stig when I hit the left side
I'm a bad boy from the West Yorks region
When I'm on the mic, it's takeover season
Someone tell these mugs down south
That are jumping on charva tracks, we don't need 'em
Talking about bikes and whips and are out doing bits
But the cunts, never seen 'em
Bro's got the key to the big boy three-point-two diesel
That bitch is a demon
Yo, I remember the days
We used to skank out in them Danny Bond raves
In Armani shades and a fresh skin fade
I was on the dance floor tryna cut a few shapes
Out with the boys, tryna pull a few babes
JD and coke, I'm smashed out my face
And I used to live shit but now my life's changed
I'ma jump on the mic and shut down the rave
Yo, this one's for the West Yorks boys
Summertime, active, pulling out toys
If it's beef then we're pulling up in them convoys
That's five big rammers, I like to make noise
Pull up on your block, we don't give no fucks
YJ's wanna race, you're not winning bro, trust
Just took a little chase and I never froze up
Grip that, twist that till the fucker blows up
Yo, think you're a bad boy, think you're a goon
Till you've got a Shogun sitting in your front room
I'll send it through your house like I'm in a cartoon
Then reverse it back out like "I'll be back soon"
That's bari, that's cushty
Big boy ram bar, you don't wanna push me
Three-point-two litre engine, it must be
Catch him in a junction, he's fucked it, trust me
Yo, wrong side of the main road, that's crazy
Big four-stroke and this bitch is my baby
The Beema's about but they'll never get near me
Round here, YJ's get smoked on a daily
Haters hate but I don't let it faze me
I don't give a fuck, my music still pays me
I'm always on the grind, better know I'm never lazy
You're now fucking with the West Yorkshire Slim Shady
Yeah, you're now fucking with the best
Not a single MC wanna put me to the test
I was raised in the West where the raves are the best
And you know I'm old school like RDS
Yo, RDS, RDS, put your guns up then do the party steps
It's the RDS, RDS, RDS yes
It's KAV from the L double E D S
And when I pull up to the venue, I'm feeling fresh
You know I got what you need if you're feeling stressed
But if you double drop these you'll be leaving messed (yo)
Pull up outside, now what's happening charva?
Four boys blacked out in a black Navarra
Tryna get the high speed, I can ram you harder
Tooled up to the max, we can handle drama
We don't give a fuck about what your boy's done
I was raised in a city where the boys don't run
And my dad told me "Don't ever back down son"
Could be three against one, you're still gonna get spun
They can't do it like my Yorkshire riders
From a city full of dealers and naughty drivers
And grafters chop locks with them chorey grinders
And the boys never stop when the law's behind us
In a diesel decat, foot down flat
That's a TD5 with a pop-and-bang map
With a bad boy lift kit, got it looking all fat
If I ram the front end, that'll make your wig splat (yo)
I'm self made, nobody did it for me
Best in the scene, if I'm not, come and war me
0 double 7 8 6 9 2 7 1 8 3, tell them labels to call me
Bad boy MC, yeah the flow's too naughty
I won't stop till I'm in a whip that's sporty
You're married to a bitch that's naughty
This girl's a freak, I ain't ever met a chick this horny
Sideways when I whip this chorey
Told my boy "Yo come and grip this for me"
I'm on the M-way tryna lick one-forty
I've got a feeling they're gonna nick me shortly
You better tell 'em that I'm not playing games
And the piggy bastards wanna see me in chains
When I got locked up, I looked straight in the face
And told 'em "Get fucked, I ain't giving no names"
