Jurgen Kropper

[Verse 1]

Everything proper

Jürgen Klopper

Big mac whopper

Royston Cropper

We got the live

Have you seen Clive?

It's twenty past five

He's off his rocker

Came with nought-point-eight of the dizz

Might have three-point-five of the proper, chopper

Football sticker swapper

Used to nick fifty P out your locker

[Chorus]

Realer, realer

Ain't got to be a big drug dealer

I'm on the street like Rita

We run the thing like Julius Cesar

Wheel up, wheel up

Bounce to the bеat, don't seize up

Hands in the air with your kеys up

Can't see me, John Cena

[Verse 2]

Hopped in, popped out

Twenty for the watch now

Bossed out

Never should of dropped out

Tryna live my best life

Baddy she from uptown

Catch me on that main stage

I just come and shutdown

Then I mix that drink with the drink

Got me sinkin' them in

Bada boom, bada bing

Raise the roof when I'm in

Got that club on box

Got that shit locked off

Know that whip trip tron

I like my shit tip top

Last night was a write off, oh my days

Five-six-eight and that five-star flake

Mum said, "When you gonna act your age?"

We run shit, pull up in that blacked-out Range

We paid

Told the boys, "Tonight there's no violence

Yo, let bygones be bygones"

Little baddy at the bar I got my eyes on

VIP booths, she's mine if I want

[Verse 3]

Wheeler (Ayy), dealer (Ayy)

What's good, geezer? (Jheeze)

Five-star food in a Fila

Pull up with Bad Boy Chiller in a Beamer

We got Tina (Yeah), Sheila (Yeah)

Selina (Yeah), Trina (Yeah)

Don't want to be a Justin Bieber

I was in the club by the side of the speaker

Raver, skanker

Sarah, Samantha

I was in the street like Blanka

Ten missed calls and I still didn't answer (No way)

What's good, gangster?

Disco (Ayy) dancer (Ayy)

I call it weed, my Mum calls it ganja

Tour-bus life, call me a bus wanker

[Chorus]

Realer, realer

Ain't got to be a big drug dealer

I'm on the street like Rita

We run the thing like Julius Cesar

Wheel up, wheel up

Bounce to the beat, don't seize up

Hands in the air with your keys up

Can't see me, John Cena

[Verse 4]

I'm not a gangster, I'm a charva

New whip, new grip, new clarva

I'm not a gangster, I'm a charva

I put the money in the bag, then I scarper

Bradford to Cardiff, who came to party?

Bad Boy Chillers make the crowd go barmy

B-Barmy army

Eighth of the charlie

Three days straight, I'm Starvin' Marvin

[Verse 5]

Runnin' from the police, so I hopped the bus

I just drank ten cans and I'm off my nut

Said I'd drink ten more, but the shops are shut

It's about time that I stopped the drugs

But I can't 'cause every time the party starts

I just pull up with the boys in a chorey car

Woke up still drunk and I can't be arsed

Quick brew, then it's pints down the Toby Carv'

[Chorus]

Realer, realer

Ain't got to be a big drug dealer

I'm on the street like Rita

We run the thing like Julius Cesar

Wheel up, wheel up

Bounce to the beat, don't seize up

Hands in the air with your keys up

Can't see me, John Cena

Realer, realer

Ain't got to be a big drug dealer

I'm on the street like Rita

We run the thing like Julius Cesar

Wheel up, wheel up

Bounce to the beat, don't seize up

Hands in the air with your keys up

Can't see me, John Cena