Random Antics

[Verse 1: Kano]
Rah Rah East London madness
I'm that kid who the fuck is Alex
Straight one take I don't need no ad-libs
Tom Ford shades so the booth is blackness
Watch no face when you see the Ballys
Dolce belt so the jeans are sagging
Rah Rah East London madness
Im KA who the fuck is Alice
Back to beers I don't burn the chalice
Run them clubs like I'm the caddy
Rah Rah East London madness
I'm about this who the fucks about this?
I ain't tryna rise no shots or stabbings
But stab that pussy if he chats about me
Bo! Bo! Call the ambulance
My niggas went over the top like hats is
I meant ? but they're lying in that shit
But say something get sparked like matches
Kick down doors like fuck the latches
Get that paper from under the matress
Rah Rah East London madness
On the Eiffel Tower and I ain't from Paris
Been around the globe yeah I toured the atlas
Beirut, Melbourne yeah and Dallas
Down dirty south I was eating catfish
While the dollars were stacking
Rah Rah East London madness
Euuuurgh
And I gotta cousin called Carys
That was some random antics
But I would wrestle niggas like Randy Savage
Remember Randy Savage?
If niggas that thought Kano had vanished
Maybe that's 'cos the flows so magic
Maybe that's 'cos the dough's in acting
I used to write bars on the train to Acton
Karl Tuff Enuf, yeah old school garage
Rah Rah East London madness
R.I.P. Mike but who the fucks the baddest?
Tell the truth Mike who the fucks the baddest?
Don't make me ask Janet
Rah Rah East London madness
GH, Lethal, Wiley and Diz
East Ham, Barking, Bow and Stratford
Leyton, Plaistow, Ilford, Hackney
Rah Rah East London madness
(Uh) But I might need Giggs' ad-libs
My chick look straight out the beauty pagaent
But two buff tings yeah thats a sandwich
Drink 'till a nigga fall down like Bambi
Fuck that goose nigga blame the brandy
Hooligan style tell a nigga 'lets have it'
Pocket full'a cash and still bump the cabby
I heard about me from Addison Lee
Simpsons now who's driving? Maggie
Rah Rah
Eh, Tell 'em what racks on racks is
Say they make it rain niggas acting cash rich
Straight drown him like I was the baptist
Umbrellas out turn chicks Rihanna's
No long chat no chit just action
Tank not empty but ain't no gas in
Card ain't colour Pepsi but ain't no maxing
Bond Street, Viv Av doing a mad ting
Too many man still can't get a taxi
Brrrr, send the automatic
Run them streets like Paula Radcliffe
Rah Rah East London madness
Fully equiped like Go Go Gadget
Bedroom bully like Shabba Ranking
But don't stop at all like Buju Banton
Good girls gone bad dressing in spandex
So work them curves like Jessica Rabbit
Roger that Mr Perfect no practice
I rock the boat straight Aye Aye captain
Fill my shoes no beach with sand in
Let a man wear it whoever the cap fits
Nearly a style but the swagger's lacking
I'm a holster like you hold the gat in
Heard man like (Beep) gangster saxon
But I'll let you fill the gap in
Rah Rah East London madness
They say I'm the best and I just say thats it
Say something say nothing what
Say something say nothing what