Smiley Culture goes to Candelo

Everytime me drive me car police a stop me superstar True me drive a fiat and a Mercs, Sell weh me Lancia So more time when me go a Esat London fe check some cockneys Them a tell me to produce insureance, licence and M.O.T. But me say... Police Officer no give me producer Police Officer no bother give me producer Police Officer no give me producer Police Offcer no bother give me producer To everybody in the dance I and I dedicate this style yah Whether you a lawbreaker or you a informer You could be a P.C., C.I.D. or a inspector Me no charge for murder, Failing to produce is weh me charge for So... Police Officer no give me producer Policer Officer no bother give me producer Ca' me a S mailey Culture. Used to drive up a Lancia And me a drive car from me a teenager Police Officer me is a expert driver So if you see me no shout and no holler No stand up in the road with a torch and try pull me over Ca' if it's a dark night by yourself you will get run over No come behind me in a rover and start flash your flasher Or come rev rev rev it beside me 'pon your scooter Ca' me is a man who would a just faster And when me feel like it me would a pull up on a corner Before you ask any question me already have an answer And any answer you get me wan' you know it would be formula So... Police Officer no give me producer Police Officer no bother give me producer Police Officer no give me producer Policer Officer no bother give me producer On me way a People's Club me pass through Victoria And through me a entertainer say no tax 'pon me window As me go throughthe lights the whole road take over And as me drive nearer could see clearer it was a Black Maria With six or seven plain clothes policer officers Them didn't look the type of policer me could give a fiver First thing that come into me head: Good thing me hide me ganja! Next thing that happen them a wave, in other words pull me over All me could a do is sigh and shrug me shoulder And as them approach me start wind down me window Me a go tell you how me answer... Every question them fire... "Well, Wha wha wha what's your name then son?" My name Smiley Culture "Yeah, Where do you think you're coming from lad?" From seeing me mother "What's the registration number of the car then?" I can't remember "What you got in the boot then son?" A cassette recorder. Would you like to have a look? "Shut your bloody mouth. We ask. You answer Now take the keys out of the car and step out of the motor Me and my colleagues have got a few questions to ask ya You'll be on your way as soon as we get an answer As me come out of the car me a think and me a wonder What police officers could want with Smiley Culture Ca' with them a search the interior But whatever them look for me hiding place superior But the way them a asearch me had to ask them what they a look for But me try handle them coarse. Them just handle me coarser Then one draw handcuff, Put him hand 'pon me shoulder And say: "We aint got time to waste, We don't think you have neither Just give us what we want - the real sensimania" Me never had no choice me draw out me gania As me do that start rub them hands together One say: "Shall we put him in the van or in the back of the Rover?" Me say: You can't do that ca' me name Smiley Culture "You what? Did you do that record Cockney Translator?" In the reggae charts number one was it's number "My kids love it and so does my mother! Tell you what I'll do . A favour for a favour Just sign your autograph on this piece of paper" Me cut him short and just draw out me Parker 'Pon the producer me just sign Smiley Culture Then never lie. Them never bother... arrest me or take me ganja! They stabbed him through the heart a few years later... You can't beat the system. You're going to die anyway, might as well make a name for yourself.