THE STREETS - TRISTAN BOTTERAM

How's it come to this? Original pirate material You're listening to the streets Beat down your aerial How's it come to this? Original pirate material You're listening to the streets Beat down your aerial Make yourself at home We got diesel or some of that homegrown Sit back in your throne Turn off your phone Cause this is our zone Videos, televisions 64's, playstations Web Henry with precision Few herbs and a bit of Benson But don't forget the Rizla Lean like the Tower of Pisa These are our ways, yeah And this is a day in the life of a geezer For this ain't a club track Pull out your sack and sit back Whether you white or black Smoke weed, chase brown or toot rock We're on a mission Support the cause, sign a petition Summon all your wisdom The music's a gift from The man on high, the lord and his children Triple team, you're a rude boys Come rain or snow, the Buddha flows You don't know Stand on the corner, watch the show Cause life moves slow Sort your shit out then roll Sex, drugs and I'm the doll Some men rise, some men fall I hear you call, stand tall now How's it come to this? Oh, oh, oh, oh Original pirate material You're listening to the streets Beat down your aerial How's it come to this? Oh, oh, oh, oh Original pirate material You're listening to the streets Beat down your aerial I'm just spitting Think I'm ghetto, stop dreaming My data's streaming I'm giving your bird them feelings Touch your toes and touch the ceiling I got them in my sights Blinding with the lights Take them to dizzy new heights Blinding with the lights Dizzy new heights How's it come to this? Oh, oh, oh, oh Original pirate material You're listening to the streets Beat down your aerial