Goldie Lookin Chain: Thru space and time

N.b track title is not thru space and time as statedAlright? 'ands up, gimme all yer moneyRob the till and get away in a nissan sunnyI bought a kebab, i'm fukin' annoyedI bought it down pill and it gave me typhoidRizla, fags, the hot cup of teaThe only way to chill in the glcI used to take loads of drugs and go out to a raveBut now i just listens to chaz and daveMolecular disfunction occurs mainly at this junctionFuked up and unruly i bring contabulous rambunctionThe glc style brings for us chaos without functionSnapping your neck like you're straight outta trumptonDisabled and shit, unable to moveYou better fukin' dance to the glc grooveTraveling through the universe like doctor whoStories(?).......worlds now my tracksuit is blueIt's been a long time, i shouldnt've left youWith the dole cheque that i had to get toYou spend it on gettin' wrecked outta your brainBut now you're totally fuked by the goldie lookin' chainThat's right, raphael de la ghetto, he knows itThis is p xain fukin' keepin' it real, you knows itCare in the community, son.....innitInter-stella travel isn't always necessaryBut rolling in my car gets me as far as leeds or berryWhen i gets to the place, i spread the word some moreI leave all the girlies screaming, 'fukin' encore!'Newport's fukin' lush, it's not a nightmareYou know i loves chillin' in john frost squareBut to be wicked, you gotta act the partMy mum buys my tracksuits from fukin' primarkI's got a turbo tardis gtiIt goes 40 miles an hour in the fukin' skyI looks for cling-ons but they're not up my assI'm an inter-galactic razz clart who smokes grassI likes to think i travel through fukin' space and timeBut most of the time i'm wrecked outta my head on fukin' wineI get so drunk from the threshers cheap boozeIt's loads of fun like drinking meths, you can't loseEggsie fukin' knows it, hussain does tooSome of you bastards haven't got a clueListen to our shit, you knows it's fukin' greatGet a copy off two hats and give it to your mateIt's the way the glc likes to function, clartNot by sellin it in them fukin' pop chartsI said our crew's growing, i meant it beforeGet out there, blaah, and copy a few moreIt's the original crew, ain't no time for papIt's time to put newport back on the mapShopmobility, shop, shop, mobilityShopmobility, shop, shop, mobilityShopmobility, that's the one for meI nicked it from my gran when she was watching tvI gets to ride round, it's sound, for freeAnd everybody said, 'he's in the glc!'I sat at home with the dog and a brew staring at candlesWearin' a tracksuit with socks and sandalsI parks nearer town and i don't pay no chargeBecause of my gran's disabled parking badgeI'm from 'port, it's running through my veinsBen wa balls has fukin' got it, so has p xainWe're all psycho like fukin' norman batesFuk with one of us and we'll seal your fateThe goldie lookin' chain is fukin' so strong, it's like geoff capes turning a fukin' mini over for record breakers, with roy fukin' castle