Wind commander, get me a Stella
Dropping down from a fuckin' opiceller
Under pressure with these old beats
Amber rhymes are fresher than a tube of toothpaste
It don't go to waste, it's Devvo, cleaning teeth in your ear
In your brainsa and ya sounds and the beats and the rhymes
The black boys know it's Devvo's feeding time
The boys on the beach are (Are, are)
Gettin' high (Gettin' high)
The boys on the beach are (Are, are)
Gettin' high (Gettin' high)
The boys on the beach are (Are, are)
Gettin' high (Gettin' high)
The boys on the beach are (Are, are)
Gettin' high (Gettin' high)
We're smoking blunts at Christmas
I'm gettin' a fuckin' sun tan
But it's Christmas, flip reverse cuts
I don't know what the fuckin' drop is all about
Sunny and it's shining, Devvo's really fining
Checking out the ladies, show us ya boobies
Factor 15 is what I'm wearin, I'm fuckin' not being scared
But I don't wanna get fuckin' cancer and that
'Cause like, that would be bad and that wun it
Devvo's got flavour, like a fuckin' nasty raver
Shout out to the boys, fixing up the mains
Round these plains, round these plains
Check my beats, check my ryhmes
The boys who keeping us to time
Massive, black, whites and the Cuban and Asians
Well yeah don't you like the nation
I don't like Asians, they smell funny
Crazy beat boys on a ragga tip
Crazy beat boys on a ragga tip
Hum make her say what you say like
Something about me that's shit scared and that
Fuckin' coast lines, from coast to coast
Whether it be Cleethorpes, you know the most
Shout out to the brothers, to the brother massive
Or give it the shout out to the black boys, to the white boys
To the other boys
The boys on the beach are (Are, are)
Gettin' high (Gettin' high)
The boys on the beach are (Are, are)
Gettin' high (Gettin' high)
The boys on the beach are (Are, are)
Gettin' high (Gettin' high)
The boys on the beach are (Are, are)
Gettin' high (Gettin' high)
Electric ring time, everybody's sayin' "Sure"
The Jamaica up on to the dancefloor
Robots on the dance floor, he's not called Robert
He's called something black black
Riot sound, police come round
Everybody face the drum aloud
Riot sounds police come round
Getting ya handcuffs and basements sound
To the base and the drum beat, bet you move on your feet
Whether they are big or small, Devvo is standing tall
White boys versus black boys, being clever, coming together
With a sense of melier, sense of flavour
The boys on the beach are (Are, are)
Gettin' high (Gettin' high)
The boys on the beach are (Are, are)
Gettin' high (Gettin' high)
The boys on the beach are (Are, are)
Gettin' high (Gettin' high)
The boys on the beach are (Are, are)
Gettin' high (Gettin' high)
Basically rolling, I'm not going
I don't know where but I've got a spliff
And me wears in me hair, and me caps in me face
And I don't know 'cause I don't like this place
The police all getting in me grill
This is really some kind of thrill
It's not a thrill, it's more gay (I'm not gay)
That's where this story ends
