Goldie Lookin Chain: Delivery driver

Intro - you gonna, you gonna fukin order the curry then or what?Yeah, alright..pass me the phone clart.Y'wa...hang on mate..Whass, wha...aw, say whats the fukin number, sonYew aah, switch yer fukin phone on...c'mon..fukin, i'm staarvin'Er, allo, allo..yeah, i i i'd like to order a f.. uh...a curry please, yeahEr, chicken tikka massala, er, 4....4 pila...pilau rice's(background - can i ave a naan bread)Aw fukin 'ell..we gotta, fukin.. naan bread as well...Uh, f.. keema nan..3...3 onion bhajis..er, fukin..an an some pepsiYeah, yeah spa..is ..its a takeaway.Back in the port, stackin up yer bongHavin a fukin laugh and still signing onI went to pick up a curry and they saw my capriI payed them in draw and the keema now its freeThe korma was wicked and it only cost a fiverAnd they asked me to become the new delivery driverThe orders added up, two by fukin twoI can sell draw when im delivering vindaloosWhen you're driving in town late at nightFuk me clarts you see some sightsWrecking it up in my capriDelivering a chicken bhuna going into maindeeNow you see me knocking out making a cutIll give you free madras if you keeps yer mouth shutIll bring you a curry and sell you the blowIll put hash mix in yer bombay potatoesChorus - chicken tikka massala chips and riceChicken tikka massala chips and riceChicken tikka massala chips and riceChicken tikka massala chips and riceI delivered the mushroom biriani to this babysitterShe invited me in and i fuked her up the shitterI took a lamb madras and a quarter to brynglasMy bitch got three ounces stuffed in her assShe sucked me off and spat in the mint sauceYou don't wanna know what she put in the main courseChicken tikka massala delivered to 56Cause the people there are pricksCause they never fukin tipsI delivers the curry right down pillThis bird 'ad no money so she gave me a fucking thrilllI closed my eyes and made a wishI chucked my man milk up her fukin starfishI had 10 pints and smoked some crackNow i gotta deliver a prawn dhansakI got to the house, i was sick on the doorstepBut i made them pay cash cause i won't take a chequeChorus - chicken tikka massala chips and riceChicken tikka massala chips and riceChicken tikka massala chips and riceChicken tikka massala chips and riceHerbs and spices, deliver pills on iceI never get c-caught like in miami viceI get 'em really dodgy on the streets of the cityDeliverin' more draw than curry...which ain't a pityBut when the filth pull me over on the hard shoulderI gives them lsd curry and a strawberry pavlovaAnd i pays them off with all this cash that i rake inThe girlies love me so i'm always flicking baconAll this mad funk, never fukin quitsEver seen someone get fuked with a pneumatic drill in quik-fit?I doubt it clart, now gimme the fukin moneyThis is some of the shit i sees delivering curryChorus - chicken tikka massala chips and riceChicken tikka massala chips and riceChicken tikka massala chips and riceWent down private-eyes and bought a special deviceIt wasn't very long before i got an order wrongAnd my special bombay spuds turned this bloke into a mongHe started complaining when he woke upCause it was three weeks later and he missed the world cupHe got fuked off, i must've really bought his pissCause i got fired next time i went into the officeThey found my capri with the draw they had to seizeFcuk this splew i'm off to work down the chinese