A rap about where I'm from. Big up the G-ford massive. Do people still say big up any kind of massive? I don't know I'm still going to big it up. Lyrics (if you want 'em) Once upon a time there was a gangsta rapper, But no-one took him seriously. Disparaged by his peers because his parents raised him In the little town of Guildford in Surrey. "I'm sorry," he'd say as he was being beaten, "But I gotta praise my homies and my home counties." Once upon a time there was a gansta rapper, How do I know? That rapper was me. Um seriously? I'm serious, see? I'm seriously Surrey's Biggest Fucking G. I roll up to Casino formerly known as The Drink, I step out of the limo and all the ladies think "Oh dang, he is so manly, comfortable wearing pink," I'm like "It's salmon girls," and give 'em a hit of my Hugo Boss stink. And you just know if they touch me they'll go weak at the knees And it's just so fucking boring I'm like "Oh ladies, please, Tomorrow you can come round for the afternoon tease." I'm seriously Surrey's Biggest Fucking G. And not biggest as in fattest, but with a PH I'm the phattest, though I know I could be fitter, but hell, I don't give a shit I take my humous with a pitta And a cup of tea I'm seriously Surrey's Biggest Fucking G. My parents raised dem no fool, they didn't raise me at all Cos I was raised in the slums of fucking private school Where I learned how to reason and I learned how to rhyme And I learned how to tie a Windsor knot in my tie And I learnt first hand about the birds and the bees You think football was the cause of those grass stains on my knees?
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Duration: 3m 14s
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