For a week I went down to old London town
To play a gig and watch Social D
We met a few pals down by Camden canal
And these boys hooked us up with some weed
Horse didn't know the score, he aint smoked that shit
Before and now he's lying passed out on the street
The taxi wont take him cos he's such a fuckin mess
It's not the first time I've seen him whitey

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The officer be looking at me
Committed no crime but
He's got me in his sights
Watching me crossing the street
Out of all the days it had to be today
When I'm carrying this bag of weed
The cop he gets his kicks as I stand there
Shitting bricks
Passing people passing
Judgement on me

I put the Horse on course to the airport
Via bus and I take from him what's left of the weed
I'm heading straight on down to old Camden town
For a couple of pints with Big C
I've got my headphones on I don't know what's
Going on but there's Peelers all over the street
And with my bloodshot eyes it really came as no surprise
That they wanna have a word with me!

A. G. G. R. E. S. S. O. R. S
The officer be looking at me
Committed no crime but
He's got me in his sights
Watching me crossing the street
Out of all the days it had to be today
When I'm carrying this bag of weed
The cop he gets his kicks as I stand there
Shitting bricks. Passing people passing
Judgement on me

I protest, I haven't time, but he puts me back in line
With the snarling canine at his feet
Prepare to be searched sir, he said now with a grin
I throw my hands up and say, officer please
Before we begin I would like to confess that I be carrying some boss Sensei
He looked me in the eye said he would have it legalised
And I could score some more weed up the street

A. G. G. R. E. S. S. O. R. S
The officer be looking at me
Committed no crime but
He's got me in his sights
Watching me crossing the street
Out of all the days it had to be today
When I'm carrying this bag of weed
The cop he gets his kicks as I stand there
Shitting bricks
Passing people passing
Judgement on me
A. G. G. R. E. S. S. O. R. S
The officer be looking at me
A. G. G. R. E. S. S. O. R. S
Rudeboy inna London city
A. G. G. R. E. S. S. O. R. S
The officer be looking at me
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Escaping by the skin of my teeth