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Goldie Lookin' Chain Album



2001
1.
Welcome
2.
3.
4.
5.
Tell The GLC
6.
7.
Nine Carat Habit
8.
Eggie I got No Money
9.
10.
Time To Make A Change
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Welcome

[No lyrics]

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'alright clart! I saw you in fukin' Zanzi's dinni? what happened to you on
Friday, clart?'

'aw, you're never gonna believe it, man! it's so unsafe, I got busted for havin'
the well known rave drug, speed, innit!'

'you're fukin' jokin' me, son...tell me more about it'

'serious, it all started out like this, man...'

Pig: This interview is being tape recorded and it may be given in evidence if
your case is brought to trial. At the conclusion you will be provided with a
copy of the tape and a form explaining what happens to the tapes. We're in an
interview room at Newport Central police station, can you give your full name
and date of birth, please.

I'm John Ben-Wa Balls and I'm goin' up the walls
I went out with my mates to see the waterfalls
No, really, I'm lying, I went to a club
And I got some crazy rave drugs and start to get wrecked up

Next thing I know, I'm in the bad end of town
I'm getting wrecked up and the police start to frown
They pulled me aside, saw the bag of speed
They even busted me for 'avin a toke on some weed

It's crazy, it's shit, I want to go have a good time
Next thing I know, I'm talking to PC59
He tried to do me for havin' loads of crazy fukin' drugs
I just wanted to get mad and cut a few fukin' rubs

Chorus -
It ain't no joke, it's a poor mans coke
I got busted by the law while I was havin' a toke
It ain't no joke, it's a poor mans coke
I got busted by the law while I was havin' a toke

I takes loads of drugs, I does 'em all the time
My mother threw me out the council house outta my mind
Now I'm on the streets with the GLC crew
And I takes the ecstasy to my fukin' nan too(?)

The police sat me in a cell
In there was Ben-Wa Balls as well
Smoked some draw and took some pills
And asked a bloke in a dress for some fukin' cheap thrills, innit

'GLC...2000+1'

'GLC, maximum pressure, you knows it, 1983, the year it all started, respect,
you knows it, Ben-Wa Balls, Loveggs, fukin' Billy Webb, Adam Hussain, respect,
Two Hats, knows it'

Pig: That concludes the interview. Is there anything else you wish to add or
clarify in connection to what you have said?

Yeah, fuk you, I do's what I gotta do
If it involves drinking beer and sniffing fukin' funky glue
Then i'll do it, you can't stop me cos I'm feelin' fukin mad
And if you tries to fuk with me i'll get you beaten up by my dad

'Big shout out to Woody who sold me the draw, Johnny Seko(?), all the crew,
fukin' safe'

'Big shout out to Carl from Risker, he sold me the fukin' draw, he's safe, oh,
and Charlotte as well, in fukin' Scarletts, wicked'

'Shout to Mad Keith who sold me the fukin' speed and the draw, you knows it, he
can fukin' sort you out'

'Yo man, shouts to Terry Smithser(?) who got me 39 ounces of weed in under half
an hour! you knows it!'

Pig: That white wrapping is exhibit MAC1, it is a piece of paper containing
amphetamine, or what you believe to be amphetamine

Chorus -
It ain't no joke, it's a poor mans coke
I got busted by the law while I was havin' a toke
It ain't no joke, it's a poor mans coke
I got busted by the law while I was havin' a toke

knows it...GLC...

2000AD, aka Two Hats, you see
Got busted for takin' the fukin' ecstasy
Gurning like a bitch, be on coke if I was rich
But I gotta go to the toilets cos I got a bit of an itch

I takes the drugs but I don't have fights
So why did the bastards read me my rights?

Pig: You bought it in TJ's last Friday for five pounds and you were going to use

. . .



alright clart, what you doin' spa? let's have a look at your mobile phone there,
that's fukin' posh innit?

yeah, I got it from..........a place what sells phones, it's got free ringtones,
that's the name for the ring, there's this one right, 'ang on.........

doo doo doo doooo doo doo doo doooo doo doo do do doooo

that's fukin' safe, spa

yeah, right, there's this one......right........

do doooooooo do do do do do dooooo do do

that's the theme tune from Bulls-eye

but mostly, I bought it for this, check this one out, clart

eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house

yeah, big respect to all the Newport crew
Raphael-De-La-Ghetto aka Chon Ben Wa Balls you knows it
38DD killer, the Walsh, Stressed Armstrong, P Xain, respect........

he's a happy monkey, he came out to play
but he's had a GCSE and they thought he was gay
but he took off his pants, and he took off his shorts
and he touched his penis and showed it to the People in the 'Port
.........he felt so crazy, kinda crazy like this monkey
a Donkey had been used and had been left on the floor
Full of funny juice like something... You've seen before.. I dunno

the goldie lookin' chain, it'll make you insane
like riding on a crap intercity train
with shit cheese sandwiches and crap warm beer
get with my crew and you knows you're not queer

....you got them rizlas or what?........

eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house.....you knows it
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house....tonight, you knows it
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house....serious, i've seen him in
the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house....i've seen him in there 3
times, you knows it, Love- Eggs, innit
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house....fukin' loves it...in the
house
eggsie's in da house, the love-eggs is in the house Gotta go for an operation

. . .



It was a Dark dark night and things didn't seem right
I was approached by an old man I thought he wanted a fight
He started asking me these questions I just didn't understand
When I looked closer at him he had his penis in his hand
I was sick I was repulsed I had to get away
I wasn't into this shit cause I knows I'm not gay
I started to run, I didn't know where to go
so I got down to the Westcountry and smoked loadsa blow

GLC, look out for the shopping Trolley Crew, you knows it, Nasty

Lookin back, I kept lookin back
He was creeping up an dressed all in black
With a trendy suit and a swanky hat
i knew he was a legend but he looked like a twat
Some say he's evil and he looks really dodge
but he's a legend and his names Frankie Large

Fuckin Respect to the GLC, knows your safe the fuckin lot of you...Even Onestep
Fuckin, safe as fuck

The name is Mystikal, you know the score
Keeping it large, smoking the draw
leave all the girlies begging for more
Hit the old man, He hit the floor
But he wasn't knocked out
He gave a shout and charged
like an underworld larger lout

Well my name is Mystikal so I speak in the style of the medievil Druid,

. . .

Tell The GLC

[No lyrics]

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Yo man, you gotta come out man
Its fcuking, the suns out, right
I got loads of lager
I got my, I got my fathers capri, man
Serious

Yeah, ok, is that a new stereo?

Yeah man, check out these summer tunes, man
Innit

Its the GLC

Oooh, R 'n B
(Get down with the GLC, I said)
Oooh, R 'n' B
(Get down with my GLC, I said)

Yeah, Chon Ben-Wa Balls AKA Love-Eggs
Knows it!
In the house tonight, P.Xain
?
You Knows it

You know what?
This time of year, its wicked, man,
You got some sun,
You got your mates Escort
And you got loads of Stella in the back, right
Serious man,
And you goes up Chepstow, cuz its dead posh there
And you sees 3, or 4 birds
wearing fcuking dirty pants (!?), man

Its the summertime Clart!
Show your vibe innit!
You knows It! haha...

Its the GLC

I wear my cap down low,
So my eyes dont show
Now you cant see,
The red eye from the blow
That I been smoking in the back of my house
Moving around, and be quiet like a mouse

I stays in all day
But when the summer comes along
I gets oustide and hits it hard on a bong
I gets in the Escort
I drinks the beer
I looks at the birds,
And I knows theres no fear/queer/clear/cleaner (?)

I got a sticker on the back of my car, innit.

Max Power, 2000+1, innit

Yeah, the April edition, man

Knows It!

Its the GLC

Serious man,
Id like to give a big shout to .... fish and chips
Id like to give a big shout to ... chip shop
Id like to give a big fcuking 'Yo' to fcuking Bombay Bicycle Club

But mostly Id like to big up the Slow Boat
Cuz its a right good laugh when your wrecked, innit

fcuking you knows it

Pryndda, fcuking Shaftesbury, fcuking safe, Malpas Crew,
You Knows It


fcuking ???, safe as fcuk, for the year 2000+1

You knows it.

fcuking Rod G, fcuking, all the fcuking 'Port
Safe.

Now my names P.Xain
Now your safe with me
And your safe with the rest of the GLC

Though we might just slide you a tape
We're the fcuking Goldie Lookin' Chain

Uh-Oh, Uh-Oh, here we, here we, here we go,
Back in the car to see if the girls are going to show
all of them are there wearing some tight jeans
Some of have got titties that look like burst spleens ()
It looks really crazy, its looks right mad
I thinks to myself, one day ill be a dad
If I keeps on pumping
All the ...
Ive got to change my clothes
And gotta get a peice of it (?)

Its the GLC

Oooh, R 'n' B


. . .

Nine Carat Habit

[No lyrics]

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Eggie I got No Money

[No lyrics]

. . .



i took loads of them fukin' fukin' mushrooms and fukin' that....them
halucinagenics, innit
and I fukin' lost it, dinni, this is the way it fukin' goes......

safe as fuk, i've took an acid and loads of times, it's made my arms stretch
three times longer than they normally are, I feel like I can fly up in the air,
and my mother's really funny when she walks in the room all worried, like....innit.........

i've had flashbacks, i've had all the shit, I thought I was at Woodstock in, er,
'69, I fukin' didn't know what was goin' on, but really I was just down Pil, it
was a fukin' terrible time, don't take the LSD if you've got a weak mind, you
knows it, stay safe, look after yourself,
GLC, you knows it........

soon as you see the colours, you're there, son......innit

i was at a party in Pil the other night
a clart gave me a trip, he said they were alright
i looked him up and down and gave him the Hussain frown
he was pretty fukin' safe, not you're average razz clown

he had something sweating in his greasy fukin' paw
but it was made of paper, it didn't smell of fukin' draw
he got them from a bloke called Lloyd Ganja 99
i heard he took five and said that he was fine

now it's my turn to take the micro-dot
how was I supposed to know i'd lose the fukin' plot?
the room started spinning so I put them in my belly
i suppose it happens after eight fukin' jellys

i chucked a massive whitey as I saw the melting walls
i took a step back and fell over Ben-Wa-Balls
my eyes started to dilate and I felt fukin' great
after the ninth fukin' trip, I started to hallucinate

in the corner was my mate they call Boy-Balls
i stared at him hard and didn't recognize him at all
i made my way outta the room, I didn't fukin' stall
i began to freak out and walked into a brick wall

gotta take some more, gotta push it to the edge
Blanc was on his ass boffin' in the fukin' hedge
wrecked up on trips, his mind's in bits
his bowels are loose and I think he's got the shits

Adam went over to Eggsie to see what he thinks
fukin' go to the toilet, a couple of drinks
you start feeling fine if your minds are on the blinks
if you feel fukin' funny then you better not think
otherwise you'll panic and you're ring-piece'll stink
it's obvious enough to see that you're out of your head on LSD

....G.....L.....C.....

block the rock, leaving you shell shocked
getting bigger and harder and that's just my cock
he buys loads of draw by the ounce and the block
but he prefers taking acid cos it makes his mind rock

I'm losing my head, I'm losing my mind, man
my last fukin' trip got swallowed by my gran
i lost my grip when I took the trips
so I (?) window and I beat him with a stick

everyone started laughing at the clart they call Hussain
but they soon fukin' stopped cos they knows that I'm insane
it's time to go home, it's time to go to bed
it's only half past nine but my brain's outta my head

i've been taking ecstasy since I turned fifteen
but I had to give it up cos it made me fukin' mean
i took the LSD and I thought it was great
but I didn't realize it would make me hallucinate

i was persuaded to say, I didn't even go
by a bloke who owed me loads of fukin' blow
'fuk this shit,' I said, as I hit him with a brick
the last trip started to make me fukin' sick

i boffed on the floor and went out the door
Eggsie said, 'come back and take some more'
i think I needs help, get me a fukin' medic
the sky outside was looking proper fukin' psycadellic

the monkey's on my brain and I'm goin' insane
cos I took too much acid with my goldie lookin' chain
the monkey's in my brain and I'm goin' insane
cos I took too much acid with my goldie lookin' chain

I'm outta my mind, Adam, I can see the colours, I can fukin' seeeeee.....G.....L.....C......

get me to St. Caddicks, I need to see the quack
now I'm seeing flashbacks of Bert Backarack
oh, alright, I'm outta my head on E
i much prefer takin' my favourite drug, LSD

it gets me really wrecked and makes me feel really crazy
my eyes start swirling and my body feels lazy
i looks at the floor, I looks at the wall
i think to myself, 'i feel like someone called Paul'
because that's not who I am, but that's what it does to you
it makes you feel like you're something else, like a rabbit or a tree

big shout to all the fukin' GLC crew, you knows it, safe as fuk

shouts out to all the people with swirly eyes and crazy arms all wriggling round
all over the place, they're all dribbling, man, it's craizeeeeeeeeeee

fukin' massive shout out to J-Mez, he's a fukin' safe clart in the 'Port, you
fukin' knows it

yeah, P Xain, fukin' respects to Bow-Ma-Balls, Mr Love-Eggs that is, aka,
Raphael-De-La-Ghetto, and other stuff, you knows it, Walshy, fukin' all the
'Port

if you takes enough acid, you can actually fly through time and space
er, this is the closest a lot of people'll get to it but, er, safe as fuk...GLC


. . .

Time To Make A Change

[No lyrics]

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