You're little, Little London boys You're little London Boys You're little London Boys You're little London Boys You're little London Boys You're little London
just more raw Less space cause the projects laced with more flaws Less sleep cause the nights ain't peace, it's more war The can is raw like thirsty, rainy season thunder
Get a little change, but I exchange pounds Make it thunder in the club, who da hell needs rain Baby love glamour she ain't never been played She loves London
-Pain Get a little change, but I exchange pounds Make it thunder in the club, who da hell needs rain Baby love glamour she ain't never been played She loves London
a chance London ladies just love to dance Come on boys, give it a chance All God's children just love to dance Listen boys, I hear thunder Rolling
keep hoping Cause I don't wanna walk through the doors these keys open I don't know if you think it's nice or something? But I can show you a different side to London
woman dyin? from the loss of food If you've got more to give then you've got to prove Put your hands up and I'll copy you We still don't understand thunder
to see if we was dreamin'. Made it to London Pass in under less than half an hour. Motor started drizzlin' and it turned into a thunder shower (Break)
You say, I drink too much I do too much smoke You say, I drink too much I do too much coke, that's a joke When you say I get to London I get too loud
pants, hot pants Sap's up, spring's on the rise I'm bustin' out my tube top tonight Workin' the night shift, I get off at three Breakin' out of that factory Thunder
Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sight With people here workin' by day and by night They don't sow potatoes, nor barley, nor wheat But there's gangs
YOUR BITCH?" Damn right you take a life into this I got big balls, ya'll ?? Please no list, I don't need a gat I got a song like thunder, Thundercats
in the morning (2x) (spm) I pulled out my jimmy from a cracker jack box The bullet proof vest blocking all my cum shots I got one in london and
give him credit. As the waves come crashing to the shore, Tipuki Thunder give me more, more, more. Don't need booze or no whore, Tipuki Thunder give me more, more, more. Tipuki Thunder
One, two, three, four Many is the day I took for granted Breathing the air that silenced some As the North Wind blew with its head of thunder Beating
ta-ri-o-o [You know what actually I think I pretty much hate all of Ontario Oh yah me 2] I hate Thunder Bay and Ottawa Kitchener, Windsor and Oshawa London
think they're New York In Toronto, Ontario "You know, actually I think I hate all of Ontario" I hate Thunder Bay and Ottawa Kitchener, Windsor, and Oshawa London
and no trumpets While the rain pours and the storm thunders Your rotten carcass smells so pungent, it turns my stomach Attracts the buzzards, on Fox Eyewitness News coverage Rip the Jacker's on the loose in London
