Audio Bullys - 100 Million

one two one two

it was early, i woke up
still had a joint, so i puffed
shouldn't 'av, cos it got me stoned
and my mum just moaned
simon it's time to get a job
you're 20 years old and you're living like a slob
but there's so many things i wanna do ma
i need money and i wanna get a new car
simon what d'you mean?
i got it planned it'll all be clean
got the joints and the beats rollin'
got the tunes on the deck strollin'

as i walk through my mind
and my thought's up behind
when there's deals getting signed
and there's walls getting climbed
and these things that we bring
and we fling with the sing
and we want to be in
from the start to the fin
is it me, is it them
is it you or your friend
there's no need to pretend
that your mind's on the man
is the past in your eyes
is the hands on your tighs
cos you cannot disguise
that you needed a rise

if i had the time
then i'd spend a little more with you
and if i had a 100 million
and i probably give half to you

lord of the standards, lord of the landlords
i'll be living on the shores of the canyons
pretty girls and ugly guys
twisted dreams of purpleish lives
back to basics told the bass hips
norm's on day trips mine's 're brain chips
what's the main lead, what's the main trip?
it's like this:

for all my fellas the sisters' tellers
djs goafters, and drug sellers
to the gimms; there's no need to be jealous
we're just doing our thing

if i had the time
then i spend a little more with you
and if i had a 100 million
and i probably give half to you
half to you laaa-aa

i just don't know about the way
i just wish i had some mo-oh-ore days in my book
for you up and if you will loo-oh oh-ok

if i had the time
then i spend a little more with you
and if i had a 100 million
and i probably give half to you

from the edge of the land, who's that man
doing things that you can't understand
broken or fixed, token or tricks
how many things can we throw in the mix?
two thousand, sounds into two
coming through is the audio guru
don't bother do it if you don't sound smooth
as we step we've nothing to prove

for all my fellas the sisters' tellers
djs goafters, and drug sellers
to the gimms; there's no need to be jealous
we're just doing our thing