In west Manchester, born n' raised,
In my council house is where I spent most of my days,
Chillin' out, maxin' stealing all cool,
and all smoking some cigarettes outside of the school,

when a couple of pakis who were up to no good,
started causing trouble in my neighbourhood,
I got in one little fight and the police went crazy,
because my understanding of the law was a little bit hazy

I begged and pleaded with them, they locked me up,
I kept screaming and kicking and they tried to shut me up,
then my mum drove by and she took me out my cell,
and we stole some petrol from a gas station called shell,

we pulled up in the driveway bout 7 or 8
and I yelled to the coppers, "YOU MAD? SMELL YOU LATER!"
I looked at my council house, I was finally free,
to sit on my throne, and play some fuckin' COD