Five Man Army

[Verse 1: Willy Wee] Trendy Wendy, you know what I mean? Hangin' around with the girl who's rolling up her jeans She watches her street cred 'cause she's no dummy Still rockin' the microphone and now she's calling me a honey Says, "I know what I want, don't move with thugs With house parties, hip hop, and smoking drugs." And whoever's been the boss, she's down with 'em She's always on time 'cause the girl got rhythm To avoid no complications I'll give some information About a certain location under Paddington Station 'Cause when I host my show I avoid the girl called Lola Who's more po-po-popular than the drink they call it Coca Cola I'm just practice posing face is shaded in black Is dominating as my color, the massive attack Right now I hit it, kick it, flow smooth, hit middle wicket [Verse 2: Tricky & Willy Wee] I take a small step now it's a giant stride People say I'm loud, why should I hide? Only had a small taste, so, what a waste I'm quietly observed though it's not my space Bottom end's heavy, you know we're never even People call me Tricky for a particular reason I've got you, see, and I've got to let you know See we're rockin' in your area rock beneath your balcony My baby just cares for me, well, that's funny Her touch tickles especially on my tummy Now, who's got the microphone? Now, who's honey? [Verse 3: Daddy G & Tricky] A turbo turbo and chant with a charge Andy, Daddy G, Wild Bunch Crew at large Don't call me a officer just call me a sarge Mashing up the country planning also abroad Plan to go to America when I get a Visa card But gettin' a Visa card nowadays isn't hard So, keep your ears glued, now, listen to every chord Tokyo city's one place that we toured Four Technic plus two mixer board Sharper than a Wilkinson razor sword [Verse 4: 3D & Daddy G] When I was a child I played Subbuteo, won My table then I graduate to Studio One 'Cause D's my nom de plume, you know, but 3's my pseudonym And around my neck you know I wear the Sony Boodo Khan Indigo blues, you got me in my own shoes The people dancing in the shape for what they made, they can't lose Yes, waxing lyrical but this time it's not satirical It's kinda spherical so jam me in a circle This is the miracle of the dubplate dub selection So whether you're black, white, or halfcast in your complexion Yes, pull out your phono plug and tuck you in your phony It's started by Marconi, resumed by Sony A summary of wireless history and only By Massive Attack enorme esplosione [Interlude: Horace Andy] Get away with your cuss 'cause We don't want it Get away with your cuss 'cause We don't like it Eternal love, eternal love Money, money, money Root of all evil Money, money, money Root of all evil Money, money, money Root of all evil Money, money, money Root of all evil Mash it You hear me now? Dry your eyes, dry your eyes Money, money Skylarking, oh oh Skylarking