Random Antics

[Verse 1: Kano] Rah Rah East London madness I'm that kid who the fuck is Alex Straight one take I don't need no ad-libs Tom Ford shades so the booth is blackness Watch no face when you see the Ballys Dolce belt so the jeans are sagging Rah Rah East London madness Im KA who the fuck is Alice Back to beers I don't burn the chalice Run them clubs like I'm the caddy Rah Rah East London madness I'm about this who the fucks about this? I ain't tryna rise no shots or stabbings But stab that pussy if he chats about me Bo! Bo! Call the ambulance My niggas went over the top like hats is I meant ? but they're lying in that shit But say something get sparked like matches Kick down doors like fuck the latches Get that paper from under the matress Rah Rah East London madness On the Eiffel Tower and I ain't from Paris Been around the globe yeah I toured the atlas Beirut, Melbourne yeah and Dallas Down dirty south I was eating catfish While the dollars were stacking Rah Rah East London madness Euuuurgh And I gotta cousin called Carys That was some random antics But I would wrestle niggas like Randy Savage Remember Randy Savage? If niggas that thought Kano had vanished Maybe that's 'cos the flows so magic Maybe that's 'cos the dough's in acting I used to write bars on the train to Acton Karl Tuff Enuf, yeah old school garage Rah Rah East London madness R.I.P. Mike but who the fucks the baddest? Tell the truth Mike who the fucks the baddest? Don't make me ask Janet Rah Rah East London madness GH, Lethal, Wiley and Diz East Ham, Barking, Bow and Stratford Leyton, Plaistow, Ilford, Hackney Rah Rah East London madness (Uh) But I might need Giggs' ad-libs My chick look straight out the beauty pagaent But two buff tings yeah thats a sandwich Drink 'till a nigga fall down like Bambi Fuck that goose nigga blame the brandy Hooligan style tell a nigga 'lets have it' Pocket full'a cash and still bump the cabby I heard about me from Addison Lee Simpsons now who's driving? Maggie Rah Rah Eh, Tell 'em what racks on racks is Say they make it rain niggas acting cash rich Straight drown him like I was the baptist Umbrellas out turn chicks Rihanna's No long chat no chit just action Tank not empty but ain't no gas in Card ain't colour Pepsi but ain't no maxing Bond Street, Viv Av doing a mad ting Too many man still can't get a taxi Brrrr, send the automatic Run them streets like Paula Radcliffe Rah Rah East London madness Fully equiped like Go Go Gadget Bedroom bully like Shabba Ranking But don't stop at all like Buju Banton Good girls gone bad dressing in spandex So work them curves like Jessica Rabbit Roger that Mr Perfect no practice I rock the boat straight Aye Aye captain Fill my shoes no beach with sand in Let a man wear it whoever the cap fits Nearly a style but the swagger's lacking I'm a holster like you hold the gat in Heard man like (Beep) gangster saxon But I'll let you fill the gap in Rah Rah East London madness They say I'm the best and I just say thats it Say something say nothing what Say something say nothing what