Yes I fuckin’ loves it, Newport When the sun is shining, you wakes up in the morning It’s fuckin’ wicked, I goes downtown ‘ there’s a fuckin’ fry up so fuckin’ safe
It’s like centre of the fuckin’ universe (You knows it) It don’t get fuckin’ better than this
Big up to all the multi story car park – massive and all the people who goes to McDonald’s for Sunday lunch innit!
I loves it down Empress Cars, Gary’ Evins fishin, the Hornblower the leisure with that fuckin’ slide and Brynglass This is Onestep Down, back from old London town
Yeah safe man, fuckin’ love Scarlett’s Fuckin” Saturday morning, fuckin’ cup of tea, fuckin’ bit o’chillin’
In the mornin’, when I wakes up I go down Scarlett’s, for a cup O’tea and a bacon sarnie Then I hooks up with my mates then we go down the Cross Keys Then it’s up Wetherspoons, two meals for a fiver I feel fuckin’ safe just like McGuiver Then I go up John …(?) for a haircut But by now it’s half five and it’s fucking shut
So I been makin’ money all day long So we goes down to …(?) and smokes on a bong Then we go, up to the lamb…(?) Sellin’ as many Ecstacys as I can Getting paid, end of the day Sellin’ speed in TJ’s It’s the way the GLC do it You heard the call, get fucking to it
Down Queens school, fuckin’ every night Burned it down to keep the bongs alight Burnside’s only here coz he skipped his bail
I’m on first name terms down Empress cars In Freshers I always get given fuckin’ free cigars It’s John Frost Square with all my spas And you’ll find all my bitches down Zanzibars
I smokes draw, draw, draw all day, wrecked up on the floor I smokes draw, draw, draw all day, I really want some more
You ought to fuckin’ know Newport’s the place to go It’s better than Cwmbran or Pontypool ‘Coz if you wears a tracksuit they don’t treat you like a fool
I spent all my time getting out of my brain I started to worry about the drugs I took I was doing more than Daniella Westbrook
I loves going down Shaftsbury Park Smokin’ the draw with my fucking safe clarts Then it’s off to town, to meet the chain To score the acid, and stop the pain It’s the only way, to see the Port Fucked up, on top of Gear…(?) Fort
It’s like Ayia Napa, a top holiday resort It’s where the drugs are sold and they’re bought
I used to work, down Priceright Stackin’ shelves late at night Now I goes, down to Qurbana Sellin’ load of coke down the Celtic manor
If you don’t know us, we offer the milk of human kindness I don’t care, I’ll say it again Newport town centre, safe, like Boyz II Men
I smokes draw, draw, draw all day, wrecked up on the floor I smokes draw, draw, draw all day, I really want some more
You knows that Elmo’s was the only place Newport’s finest perms and tracksuits in ya face
We’re GLC, you knows we’re safe And if you don’t agree I’ll spray mace in your face
I love Port birds’ bums and their calves Swimmin’ cossies, in Maindee baths I loves ’em when they’re up ZanzI’s on the razz Or when they’re leaning out, of bad boys’ cars
I walks through Newport in the heart of the Summer I went to Dil Shad, had a meal, did a runner Chicken tikka massala, chips and rice Went down Private Lines and bought a special device
We’re from the Port like modern day druids Bringin’ you rhymes, that have style ‘ have fluid Takin’ mushrooms down the Roman Ruins And rippin’ off songs, that’ll end in suings
I met this girl and she looked like Samantha Mumba She smiled at me and she gave me her phone number We went for a curry and then we did a runner
You knows, the Litsy’s Run…(?) I wants to do it, with a gun Clean the streets for the good Like a massacre in Hungerford
I smokes draw, draw, draw all day, wrecked up on the floor I smokes draw, draw, draw all day, I really want some more
I smokes draw, draw, draw all day, wrecked up on the floor I smokes draw, draw, draw all day, I really want some more
I goes down Woolies then JJB Sports Buys a pair of trainers and fuckin’ smart shorts Down the job center sees the sign on the walls Workin’ down Nevil’s…(?) wearin’ blue overalls Think, fuck this, I’ll go and sign on But I’m in the queue for far too long I changed my mind, and walked away I goes down the in…(?) shops for the rest of the day
Newport, you knows it we got it right there, with our posh fuckin’ clock in John Frost Square We don’t take no shit from the twats in Abadere but queuing for Elmo’s never seems fair
Yeh you knows, fuckin’ GLC rare fuckin’ hardcore shit, for the year 2000 plus 2 Respect to the cowboy ‘ every fuckin’ crew
Adam Hussain here from fuckin’ Canada, bringin’ it down to you and shittin’ on ya (?) Fuck it, you ain’t in, can’t believe it… I’m up here fucking snowboarding shit and you can’t fuckin’ answer your phone innit..safe…call me later…tara More from Goldie Lookin Chain