DVS (UK) - Hometown lyrics

[Intro: DVS] (Talking on the phone to some of his friends in prison) My hometown Yo, it goes down in my hometown Brixton. Brixton. Brixton. Brixton Listen [Verse 1: DVS] I'm from a hood where ladies wear hood wear If less than 5 people die that's a good year We got the goods here, white flake, buj here Bruddas robbing n***as better off cause they should share We got em shook scared ‘fraid like they should fear I don't worry about my life but I should care I know I need to leave this city but I'm good here So if I should die tonight, please lay my boogs here Cause south London I'm in love with your swagger I love every single one of the thugs in the manor We speak another language like we got our own grammar And every single n***a thinks there is none badder Women act stoosh and they say they can't stand us They say we talk greasy and we ain't got no manners Until they realise we're good clean heart bangers So now I got her cooking macaroni with the salad Her baby fathers broke but the next n***as icy So look the other way or man will trouble your wifey The rave scenes heavy so we're bubbling nightly And the young guns love to Jack-son like Mikey My New Cross Mrs push the CLS no brakes My Purley Miss push the 08 plate R8 My A-Town bruddas push buju and new toys My Baghdad bruddas push bullets in rudeboys If its my part of Brixton and your in your tints Keep your windows low enough so we can see your chin Cause we don't care what kind of an entourage your in Man will empty out Tanisha till your whole car spin [Skit: DVS] (Talking on the phone to some of his friends in prison) Verse 2: The 28′s use to tell me you just rap Little DV all you need to do is rap But just when I was about to do just that I fell in love with the streets, girls, money and macs The fresh prince of Myatts Field without the mansion and gates But f** being like Will I wanna be like the 8s Police watch me in the drop tops they see me and hate Watching my hood celebrities I wanna be like the greats Straight But I'm just another Adam with a bag of Eves Never trust girls they will leave for a badder G You can get yourself clapped for a bag of greeze f** Feds, stay strapped with a bag of g's Whoever thought that we'd be shining up in Brixton Jewellers every week we're having diamond competitions Big chains, APs, Rolexs and Cartiers Straight dirty money f** the law I find it hard to care Cats snitch and get clapped I find it hard to share These n***as say a lot of sh** I find it hard to hear [Outro: DVS] (Talking on the phone to some of his friends in prison)