Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Kano
Stimme und Gesang
The Streets
Stimme und Gesang
The Mitchell Brothers
Künstler:in
Mike Skinner
Stimme und Gesang
Kano courtesy of 679 Recordings Ltd
Zusätzlicher Gesang
Mike Skinner courtesy of 679 Recordings Ltd
Zusätzlicher Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Mike Skinner
Songwriter:in
Kano courtesy of 679 Recordings Ltd
Texte
The Streets courtesy of 679 Recordings Ltd
Texte
Kofi Hanson
Songwriter:in
Owura Nyanin
Songwriter:in
Robinson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mike Skinner
Produzent:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The good thing with the law these days, right
Is that criminals know their rights better than their wrongs
[Verse 2]
What do you mean, routine check?
I didn't take this route to be checked
Sounds like you routinely check
Any youths in jeans and crips
What do you mean, routine check?
I didn't take this route to be checked
Sounds like you routinely check
Any youths in jeans and crips
[Verse 3]
A ten, two, nine
Teddy tends to not have time
That's when Teddy wants to decline
To entertain all your piss taking jives
I tell you my name I'm identified by
And when the station verifies
You realize what I tell you is right
Your hand dips inside my black Stan Smiths
Rustles my CK boxers
Fuck sake you nearly grabbed man's dick
Cunt-stable
[Verse 4]
Sorry, I didn't mean cunt-stable
But that name feels so comfortable
And I find it so fun to talk
'Cause cunt-stable and I'm not under oath
That's why I don't fit the description
To the kid that kicked all them doors off their hinges
Listen mate, I just spitted that and I ain't licking your sidekicks
Getting kicks off my side's embarrassment
But you'll see me end up in the van again
And you'll hear the cell door slam again
[Verse 5]
What do you mean, routine check?
I didn't take this route to be checked
Sounds like you routinely check
Any youths in jeans and crips
What do you mean, routine check?
I didn't take this route to be checked
Sounds like you routinely check
Any youths in jeans and crips
[Verse 6]
What's the problem, officer?
Just a routine check, mate
That's why we stopping ya
This is the third time now, must be popular
I never knew I had fans, oh, here's me autograph
As you can see, it's all steady, yeah, I bought my car
License, insurance, it's all proper
Listen, I make that decision, you just keep it on guard
Mister Tony Mitchell from Manor Park
Do you wear saggy jeans that like you so hard?
Wearing jackets twice your size, like you're carrying arms
You've got to stand here
[Verse 7]
What?
You're having a laugh
If this is what I'm being held for, kiss my ass
I showed you all my papers, now what more do you need?
Now come on, son, where you hiding all the weed?
Is it in the glove compartment, under the seat?
Behind the sun visor, smart, very neat
Now listen son, you might as well tell me what you got
What you on about?
Obviously your plan's flopped
Trying to put me wrist in cuffs
I think not
I know I ain't got no skunk, so just piss off
I'm Marvin, I need to go the chip shop
Pardon me Sergeant Martin, I've got to nip off
I wish I could stay, but I can't be stopped
Maybe next time, we could all kick off
[Verse 8]
What do you mean, routine check?
I didn't take this route to be checked
Sounds like you routinely check
Any youths in jeans and crips
What do you mean, routine check?
I didn't take this route to be checked
Sounds like you routinely check
Any youths in jeans and crips
[Verse 9]
Aw, man
What the fuck do you want from me?
I just want to be left alone, so don't even bother me
Interrupt me, and accuse me wrongfully
I ain't got the time, this is long for me
[Verse 10]
Blah, blah, blah, Kane Robinson
Twenty-first of the fifth eighty-five, Forest Gate Hospital
You know the kids with a piston out of breath 'cause you lost them all
You won't find a box of Merck
So, spare me the time of the stop and search
Two black boys and they got a Merck
If it was stolen, why would we stop the Merck?
You pulled us to try and find problems
Like Jay-Z and 99 Problems
I'm a bad boy anyway, always got protection, ninety-nine condoms
Yeah officer, course I'm a a thief
Deal a little drugs and my boot smell of weed
Run around the block saying, fuck the police
I learned that from a D-Block CD
So, fuck your routine, mind your own business, never mind me
[Verse 11]
What do you mean, routine check?
I didn't take this route to be checked
Sounds like you routinely check
Any youths in jeans and crips
What do you mean, routine check?
I didn't take this route to be checked
Sounds like you routinely check
Any youths in jeans and crips
[Verse 12]
Oi, oi, I don't get many routine checks
These bros are not the same
Apart from that day off the train, from that Tottenham game
I do tend to end days in the police station
On occasion, lately, once a week, maybe
I get a crime reference number for my most recent phone
The police code, that's the code for a free phone
Take one camera phone, tell them I got jacked of the phone
When in fact, actually though, the previous evening back at home
I played Baby Foot, no one jacked my phone
I madly gambled my phone and got smacked by my bro
Vacate the station with a pace back up the road
And hope next Saturday I won't lose my brand spanking phone
[Verse 13]
What do you mean, routine check?
I didn't take this route to be checked
Sounds like you routinely check
Any youths in jeans and crips
What do you mean, routine check?
I didn't take this route to be checked
Sounds like you routinely check
Any youths in jeans and crips
Written by: Kano courtesy of 679 Recordings Ltd, Kofi Hanson, Mike Skinner, Owura Nyanin, Robinson, The Streets courtesy of 679 Recordings Ltd