paroles de chanson One Shot - The Brotherhood

One shot's all you got at this life
Caused 'nuff strife and now you're under the knife
You could've,
Should've gone a different way before you lost the whole plot
Blinded by the flash of one shot (One shot!)

Now in my early days I was a wild smoking tiles
Little ignoramus talking heinous
Who the Hell could blame us?
Miscellaneous, no fun gun to be had
So I acted mad, drinking Thunderbirds with the lads
Take a photo, geez, we's the bee's knees
Me and my friend, P, the world was our oyster
Thought we had the flavour like Roysters
Wishing for the roughneck reps
Walking roughneck steps
Kepts our pockets light
Running in the night
Spray can in the hand
Spray of chrome
Then I'm home at first light, right
P was the Daddy, parental with mental block
I was the childhood scum, snooker balls in a sock
But while I was just a dazed, crazed individual
P was standing vigil with visions of the criminal
Subliminal, gotta get the cash
Gotta get the corn, gotta sell the hash
Gotta get myself some form
Changed the norm from the school yard, the fool yard
Acting like a gangster, we talked like Humphrey Bogart
Oh God, my God, tried to get through
Talked myself blue 'cause he's got a new crew
When two years later I'm making music for the brain
I heard the word out on P that he was on the cain
Insane, excuse my cynicism
Cos my ex-best friend is doing 7 years in prison

One shot's all you got at this life
Caused 'nuff strife and now you're under the knife
You could've,
Should've gone a different way before you lost the whole plot
Blinded by the flash of one shot (One shot!)

One shot's all you got at this life
Caused 'nuff strife and now you're under the knife
You could've,
Should've gone a different way before you lost the whole plot
Blinded by the flash of one shot (One shot!)

My mum was on my case about picking up a trade
Several years down the road
Boy, I'm getting mad paid
No longer robbing, stealing, thugging
I'd rather make a track to see 'nuff heads jumping
Early skulduggery
You'll be in a whole heap of fuckery
Born and raised in the naked city
Chalkhill was alive with the sound of music
As the likkle yute the Babylon was in pursuit
I'm blessed with the ill skills that keep me out of jail
Goes to court against the mad rail
'Cause I'd been sailing on the breeze, indeed
If I see the judge I said I'll kick him in emcee (Ooh!)
He tried to get me locked up
So what's up, he's fucked up
To all my friends like Hodda(?) here's a big up (Big up!)
You'll be back soon
I'm over the moon, back on the streets, going on, bang, zoom
Old habits die hard with Willis
No more juries who are vexed
'Cause they've got to listen to this
Petty larceny in the dock, you're feeling smarmy
Just got the squeeze, the Old Bill's going barmy
I took to rhyming, and everybody's smiling
And I reminisce about the days I was wilin'
"Your pockets I'll be going through"
"Just stand still, pussybwoy, don't move"

One shot's all you got at this life
Caused 'nuff strife and now you're under the knife
You could've,
Should've gone a different way before you lost the whole plot
Blinded by the flash of one shot (One shot!)