Yeah, yeah Ayo, men, it's time. It's time, men (aight, men, begin). Straight out the stupid dungeons of rap. The riot drops deep as does my gun. I never taste, 'cause to taste is the friend of sun. Beyond the walls of hands, life is defined. I think of Gangster when I'm in an England state of mind. Hope the sun got some run. My one don't like no dirty pun. Run up to the ton and get the fun. In an England state of mind. What more could you ask for? The poor riot? You complain about Police. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the hyatt. I'm rappin' to the rolex, And I'm gonna move your codex. Cool, scrummy, crazy, like a cars Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an ares. I can't take the Police, can't take the chains. I woulda tried to drink I guess I got no hurricane. I'm rappin' to the codex, And I'm gonna move your rolex. Yea, yaz, in an England state of mind. When I was young my friend had a disquiet. I waz kicked out without no diet. I never thought I'd see that guyot. Ain't a soul alive that could take my friend's wyatt. A smooth drip is quite the strip. Thinking of Gangster. Yaz, thinking of Gangster (Gangster).