[Lyric] Hometown (DVS (UK))

[Intro: DVS]
(Talking on the phone to some of his friends in prison)

My hometown
Yo, it goes down in my hometown
Brixton. Brixton. Brixton. Brixton
Listen

[Verse 1: DVS]
I’m from a hood where ladies wear hood wear
If less than 5 people die that’s a good year
We got the goods here, white flake, buj here
Bruddas robbing niggas better off cause they should share
We got em shook scared ‘fraid like they should fear
I don’t worry about my life but I should care
I know I need to leave this city but I’m good here
So if I should die tonight, please lay my boogs here
Cause south London I’m in love with your swagger
I love every single one of the thugs in the manor
We speak another language like we got our own grammar
And every single nigga thinks there is none badder
Women act stoosh and they say they can’t stand us
They say we talk greasy and we ain’t got no manners
Until they realise we’re good clean heart bangers
So now I got her cooking macaroni with the salad
Her baby fathers broke but the next niggas icy
So look the other way or man will trouble your wifey
The rave scenes heavy so we’re bubbling nightly
And the young guns love to Jack-son like Mikey
My New Cross Mrs push the CLS no brakes
My Purley Miss push the 08 plate R8
My A-Town bruddas push buju and new toys
My Baghdad bruddas push bullets in rudeboys
If its my part of Brixton and your in your tints
Keep your windows low enough so we can see your chin
Cause we don’t care what kind of an entourage your in
Man will empty out Tanisha till your whole car spin
[Skit: DVS]
(Talking on the phone to some of his friends in prison)

Verse 2:
The 28′s use to tell me you just rap
Little DV all you need to do is rap
But just when I was about to do just that
I fell in love with the streets, girls, money and macs
The fresh prince of Myatts Field without the mansion and gates
But fuck being like Will I wanna be like the 8s
Police watch me in the drop tops they see me and hate
Watching my hood celebrities I wanna be like the greats
Straight
But I’m just another Adam with a bag of Eves
Never trust girls they will leave for a badder G
You can get yourself clapped for a bag of greeze
Fuck Feds, stay strapped with a bag of g’s
Whoever thought that we’d be shining up in Brixton
Jewellers every week we’re having diamond competitions
Big chains, APs, Rolexs and Cartiers
Straight dirty money fuck the law I find it hard to care
Cats snitch and get clapped I find it hard to share
These niggas say a lot of shit I find it hard to hear

[Outro: DVS]
(Talking on the phone to some of his friends in prison)