Hometown
BandoKay Lyrics
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On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets
(Band')
"The old days were the best", yeah, I know (I know)
We all used to run from the Five-O (we did)
Before Headie One's days it was heads out
Lil Marni lookin' out to my bro's (facts)
BC park used to be link up, now when we link up we both gotta let bang go
Tj summers ain't lie tho'
I used to ram on the hood it was cool and fine though
Plus I grew up in Tangmere
Sauce anywhere I gotta bussdown Tan, G (Tan, G)
I grew up on rambo's
Fli-flickies, who would've thought would've copped me a handy?
'Member seein' pops on the line, now I get shivers when I stand on that street
I lost Josh on a motorbike
Plan A was never the plan B
My hometown likes T but fuck T (fuck T, fuck T)
Bruce Grove youth club was the best, always givin' up with fuckery, yo
Me and bro went halves on a .35
Then I gotta bust or cap back home if I'm lucky lucky
Sj coulda went pro (free 'em), but instead he caught him a duppy
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets
Yo
Tottenham, I was raised in the block, that's man
Surrounded by dingers and Glocks
The ends hot, couple man been shot
I was fiendin' some niggas that stuck, to hope that he dropped
Old block, one-seven, it's us
I give all the mandem my trust, they know that it's love
I was doing it for the whites don't stop wit' me
Got me ridin' with bro with kitchens for mummies (no guns)
We started out strong, thirty man, it was long
As time went on couple man turned soft
But that's how it goes when you grew up in Tottenham
Tried and tested, I deal with my partner
But no lie I got love for my hometown
I love guns, get money in my hometown
One-seven postcode of my hometown
I walked G's get real when it goes down (ay, yo)
Next generation, they know my name when I get in the station
Know me from Farm, they know I'm a paygon
Know I'm a bad man, I ain't writin' statements
Girls from T, know we got in a rave
I'm goin' up bad if I ever see shaver
But they say, "Don't bring no war to your doorstep"
But shot man five minutes from a stay-in
This is our hometown where two guns had to be G one times
So I know I can call it the gun town
None of my bro's can never get touched
I think I'ma ride 'til the sun down (my bro)
Bro-bro said, "I swear, wallahi it's him"
Then he got shot right next to his hometown
Reppin' The Farm, I ain't throwin' up T's
It ain't gonna end so I'm throwin' up O's now
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets
(RV)
Back then it was football trainer
Community center payin' my stubs
Grown up now and I'm still in the field
But this new bitch never came with no studs
I don't roll with man I can't say I can trust (nope)
I can't know if it's hate or it's love
Who runs the hood? We need to discuss
If we keep it a buck, gotta say that it's us (oh)
They say, "Hoes are the hardest"
I'm like Omarion with the Icebox
Fuck Tottenham if it ain't my block
Scorin' the opps, them lookin' all white washed (haha)
They were old friends, now they my opps
'Cah they two red eye like cyclops
Lord knows when will the crime stop
Shaved them back in the side like a high-top (ching-ching-ching)
You know it goes down in my hometown
Used to friends, boy we just foes now
Rambells, you gotta keep hoes out
Drill man bake, won't back any phone's out
You bam-bam but still get paste
Used to play kicks on the L, now it's showdown
On the pitch, I'ma shoot on stage, get bunned like sage, You don't wanna get blown down
You don't wanna get bunned down like the high road when the feds called Mark
Was comin' together, lootin' bare shops and burnin' the cars, it burnt our hearts
'Cah it's all about unity, to make some change and go more far
From time been makin' it spark
My dogs all bite but they also bark (fuck it)
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets, gang, look
I grew up in kitchen, a road that's Phillip lane
Used to go Farm from time to time
Mum said, "Son, don't go to that place, even your cousin's house when it's after nine"
You know I didn't listen, I was just tryna pay run ups
Even if it cost my life
I was on the block when a opp got (poh)
Back then that street party changed my life
First ever shows that I stepped in
Tangmere house, year 8, what a fuckin' vibe
I miss them young days, no gunplay
More time, just a kitchen knife
Year 7 me and Bash shoulda been in school, instead we was out robbin' motorbikes
From young bad Badz was my broskie, even though we had loads of fights
Phillip lane cage turned me to a soldier
Broadwater Farm turned me to a boss
I was in PK tryna make rondos
I was with Kush tryna red man's top
Used to have bro's on the lane
If you see me at the Tottenham stadium and now it's bah
Let me hear a man screamin' out, "Skah, skah"
I'll send that straight to the sky
I'm from a block where a fed got killed on (wo-wo)
Where the opps get drilled from
In the hood bare free's and
R.I.P's they lost their member they still ain't heal from
North shit lane to the Farm estate, asked the hometown, "Who run this borough?"
We used to take trips with guys from the L, now it's trips over there and they're taking cover
And it ain't no love in man's city, is it cah I'm up front like Rashford?
Like, ain't gotta run to where it's parked off
Come a long way from park run like Clapham
Had a cell, got nicked, so I hid that there
Her man from them side, so I clicked that there
Broadwater Farm where I grew and I rate that
Try take a trip you might end up here
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets
Kway back it was Alize not
Brandy, twenty man up and ante up in Tan, G
Before he got locked in spots
Lord knows we had to go bury that handy (yeah)
Remember when Brads was Bradly? (Throwback)
And when we called R Dubz, Randy? (Throwback)
Nowadays I think everythin' fancy
But I'm prayin' on my come up like Lamby
Young boy I was charged like a battery
Bought a shotgun, that was comin' in handy
The pack looking bulky (suh, suh)
Had to move beef, fell in no Jumanji
I asked the fiends 'dem "what do they fancy?"
I hit the roads, I ain't listen to Auntie
Growin' up front street but love the Backstreet
So much I got covered in cranberry
Didn't last long so I fell in for Sanje
Tried take him to my spot like acne
HM Nottingham could've been Ranby
'Cah I caught a draw out like Banksy (they watched me grow)
Sadly I had a plan A without a plan B
I'm in the penthouse, I'm with a bad B
I'm puttin' apple juice in my brandy
(Watched me grow)
(Watched me grow)
On these streets
(Grow)
(Watched me grow)
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets
(Band')
"The old days were the best", yeah, I know (I know)
Before Headie One's days it was heads out
Lil Marni lookin' out to my bro's (facts)
BC park used to be link up, now when we link up we both gotta let bang go
Tj summers ain't lie tho'
I used to ram on the hood it was cool and fine though
Plus I grew up in Tangmere
Sauce anywhere I gotta bussdown Tan, G (Tan, G)
I grew up on rambo's
Fli-flickies, who would've thought would've copped me a handy?
'Member seein' pops on the line, now I get shivers when I stand on that street
I lost Josh on a motorbike
Plan A was never the plan B
My hometown likes T but fuck T (fuck T, fuck T)
Bruce Grove youth club was the best, always givin' up with fuckery, yo
Me and bro went halves on a .35
Then I gotta bust or cap back home if I'm lucky lucky
Sj coulda went pro (free 'em), but instead he caught him a duppy
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets
Yo
Tottenham, I was raised in the block, that's man
Surrounded by dingers and Glocks
The ends hot, couple man been shot
I was fiendin' some niggas that stuck, to hope that he dropped
Old block, one-seven, it's us
I give all the mandem my trust, they know that it's love
I was doing it for the whites don't stop wit' me
Got me ridin' with bro with kitchens for mummies (no guns)
We started out strong, thirty man, it was long
As time went on couple man turned soft
But that's how it goes when you grew up in Tottenham
Tried and tested, I deal with my partner
But no lie I got love for my hometown
I love guns, get money in my hometown
One-seven postcode of my hometown
I walked G's get real when it goes down (ay, yo)
Next generation, they know my name when I get in the station
Know me from Farm, they know I'm a paygon
Know I'm a bad man, I ain't writin' statements
Girls from T, know we got in a rave
I'm goin' up bad if I ever see shaver
But they say, "Don't bring no war to your doorstep"
But shot man five minutes from a stay-in
This is our hometown where two guns had to be G one times
So I know I can call it the gun town
None of my bro's can never get touched
I think I'ma ride 'til the sun down (my bro)
Bro-bro said, "I swear, wallahi it's him"
Then he got shot right next to his hometown
Reppin' The Farm, I ain't throwin' up T's
It ain't gonna end so I'm throwin' up O's now
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets
(RV)
Back then it was football trainer
Community center payin' my stubs
Grown up now and I'm still in the field
But this new bitch never came with no studs
I don't roll with man I can't say I can trust (nope)
I can't know if it's hate or it's love
Who runs the hood? We need to discuss
If we keep it a buck, gotta say that it's us (oh)
They say, "Hoes are the hardest"
I'm like Omarion with the Icebox
Fuck Tottenham if it ain't my block
Scorin' the opps, them lookin' all white washed (haha)
They were old friends, now they my opps
'Cah they two red eye like cyclops
Lord knows when will the crime stop
Shaved them back in the side like a high-top (ching-ching-ching)
You know it goes down in my hometown
Used to friends, boy we just foes now
Rambells, you gotta keep hoes out
Drill man bake, won't back any phone's out
You bam-bam but still get paste
Used to play kicks on the L, now it's showdown
On the pitch, I'ma shoot on stage, get bunned like sage, You don't wanna get blown down
You don't wanna get bunned down like the high road when the feds called Mark
Was comin' together, lootin' bare shops and burnin' the cars, it burnt our hearts
'Cah it's all about unity, to make some change and go more far
From time been makin' it spark
My dogs all bite but they also bark (fuck it)
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets, gang, look
I grew up in kitchen, a road that's Phillip lane
Used to go Farm from time to time
Mum said, "Son, don't go to that place, even your cousin's house when it's after nine"
You know I didn't listen, I was just tryna pay run ups
Even if it cost my life
I was on the block when a opp got (poh)
Back then that street party changed my life
First ever shows that I stepped in
Tangmere house, year 8, what a fuckin' vibe
I miss them young days, no gunplay
More time, just a kitchen knife
Year 7 me and Bash shoulda been in school, instead we was out robbin' motorbikes
From young bad Badz was my broskie, even though we had loads of fights
Phillip lane cage turned me to a soldier
Broadwater Farm turned me to a boss
I was in PK tryna make rondos
I was with Kush tryna red man's top
Used to have bro's on the lane
If you see me at the Tottenham stadium and now it's bah
Let me hear a man screamin' out, "Skah, skah"
I'll send that straight to the sky
I'm from a block where a fed got killed on (wo-wo)
Where the opps get drilled from
In the hood bare free's and
R.I.P's they lost their member they still ain't heal from
North shit lane to the Farm estate, asked the hometown, "Who run this borough?"
We used to take trips with guys from the L, now it's trips over there and they're taking cover
And it ain't no love in man's city, is it cah I'm up front like Rashford?
Like, ain't gotta run to where it's parked off
Come a long way from park run like Clapham
Had a cell, got nicked, so I hid that there
Her man from them side, so I clicked that there
Broadwater Farm where I grew and I rate that
Try take a trip you might end up here
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets
Kway back it was Alize not
Brandy, twenty man up and ante up in Tan, G
Before he got locked in spots
Lord knows we had to go bury that handy (yeah)
Remember when Brads was Bradly? (Throwback)
And when we called R Dubz, Randy? (Throwback)
Nowadays I think everythin' fancy
But I'm prayin' on my come up like Lamby
Young boy I was charged like a battery
Bought a shotgun, that was comin' in handy
The pack looking bulky (suh, suh)
Had to move beef, fell in no Jumanji
I asked the fiends 'dem "what do they fancy?"
I hit the roads, I ain't listen to Auntie
Growin' up front street but love the Backstreet
So much I got covered in cranberry
Didn't last long so I fell in for Sanje
Tried take him to my spot like acne
HM Nottingham could've been Ranby
'Cah I caught a draw out like Banksy (they watched me grow)
Sadly I had a plan A without a plan B
I'm in the penthouse, I'm with a bad B
I'm puttin' apple juice in my brandy
(Watched me grow)
(Watched me grow)
On these streets
(Grow)
(Watched me grow)
In BandoKay's song "Hometown," the lyrics offer a reflection on growing up in Tottenham, London and the experiences that shaped the artist. The song touches on the nostalgia for the past, reminiscing about the "old days" and the sense of community that existed before the area became more dangerous. The lyrics mention specific locations like BC park and Tangmere, highlighting the artist's personal connections to these places. There are also references to friends and acquaintances, including Lil Marni and TJ Summers, as well as the loss of a friend named Josh in a motorbike accident.
The song also delves into the realities of living in a neighborhood with a reputation for violence and crime. The lyrics acknowledge the presence of guns and the need to be cautious, as well as the conflicts and tensions between different groups within the community. BandoKay expresses loyalty to his hometown while also acknowledging the complexities and challenges that come with it.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Kemani Duggan, Irving Adjei, Abdul Nelson, Jordan Townsend
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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