Golf ft. Norman Pain Lyrics

Golf ft. Norman Pain - Pete & Bas

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verse 1Pete

'84 disrespect kicked his door

Grabbed the cash from bedside draw and the little stash under the bedroom floorboard

See his uncle George

Built like a brick and I thank the lord

I weren’t fat back in the day

So I could move fast when it come to crunch

'89 Sunday lunch pint fag plate full of munch

Fist full of rings pricey punch

Ain’t Pimms a clock when a bloke gets slumped

Out in cunch

'91 had a big old bando

Two Guard dogs, Dave and his Rambo

He's in the can like Rubicon mango

Ball and chain Normie walked free but he lost his brain

'92 villa in Spain

Travelling Europe private planes

Time flies

'95 cut thosе ties

Got a mate who works in the bakеrs

Pull out the mash and I’ll make you a pie [Sweeny

'96 Stan got nicked found his stash

In the back of the brand new motor

Car chase and the whole thing crashed

Collecting debts

Wars with the London Met

'98 case got blown

I went home and I cried in bed [Trust me]HookPete

Wanna talk about cases

Gotta hold my peace

Been caught red handed

Never ran from the bleeding police

I drove that motor

Peugeot with the dented door

Now I’m chauffeured

Only drive on the golfing course

Verse 2Bas

Carb on the kitchen counter powder

Dropped in a pot got spun like hands on the wheel of the Beamer

Two blocks in when an opp got clocked

Roll so many boys in a fag it’s mental

Should have been paid by Benson and Hedge

Try taking the food from my plate

And end up left with a plate in your head

Top stays left down so they know who’s driving

Opp blocks get shot down in the daylight perfect timing

Wife’s done cooking the batch and the nits wanna try this food

Done so many days up country

Wife sent over some home cooked meals

That’s fresh off the stove

Straight down to the man's bare hands it’s an uncooked deal

Can’t stop cos the line keeps pinging

The nits keep bringing the paper

Went down Spoons on a Friday

Came home Monday three days later

What d'you know about sticks

What d'you know about Lasers

What d'you know about punching a fed off a horse

And getting tasered

I don’t really care what people say

I don’t really watch what them lot do [Nah

Still I gotta stick to the cash like glue

I’m a big Sean Paul fan too

HookPete

Wanna talk about cases

Gotta hold my peace

Been caught red handed

Never ran from the bleeding police

I drove that motor

Peugeot with the dented door

Now I’m chauffeured

Only drive on the golfing course

Verse 3Norman Pain

Bazooka kicked his face then I smashed his brain and his broke his back [Muppet

I took his phone and then switched provider and gave it back

I ripped his balls off

For a quick game of hacky-sack

Smash and grab

Birkin bag

When I flipped them packs and I make that cash

I was locked in a cell and I took those Ls to hell and back [Nothing

I can’t see nowt

In a blind rage when I fight 10 man ['Av him

Try jacking the lad throwing their fists and I’m throwing 'em back

Dumping the dough in a bag

Jump in a cab and I’m off to my Dad's

This place ain’t friendly it’s all full of goons and ghosts

Used to roll with my family licked off the food like a Sunday roast

But they’re all dead now

And I pray they rest in peace [RIP

And when I find that twat

He’ll get carved up like a piece of meat

PTSD I've been through the pain and the hardest times

Now I got no feelings racked ketamine like county lines

And I might take time

When I see that handsome woman [Hello!

Miss with the finest legs and the sweetest back and the largest bosom

HookPete

Wanna talk about cases

Gotta hold my peace

Been caught red handed

Never ran from the bleeding police

I drove that motor

Peugeot with the dented door

Now I’m chauffeured

Only drive on the golfing course