Audio Bullys - 100 Million Lyrics

It was early, I woke up
Still had a joint, so I puffed
Shouldn't have 'cause it got me stoned
And my mum just moaned

Simon, it's time to get a job
You're 20 years old and you're living like a slob?
But there's so many things I wanna do, Ma
I need money and I wanna get a new car?

Simon, what do you mean?
I've got a plan, it'll all be clean?
Got the joints and the beats rolling
Got the tunes on the decks strolling

As I walk through my mind
All my thoughts are behind
When there's deals being signed
And there's walls getting climbed

And there's things that we bring
When we fling with the sing
And we want to be in
From the start to the fin

Is it me, is it them?
Is it you or your friends?
There's no need to pretend
That your mind's on the mend

Is the past in your eyes
Are your hands on your thighs?
'Cause you cannot disguise
That you needed a rise

If I had the time then I'd spend a little more with you
And if I had a 100 million then I'd probably give half to you

Lord of the standard, lord of the landlords
I've been living on the shores of the Canyon
Pretty girls and ugly guys
Twisted dreams and purple skies

Back to basics, forward to basics
Norms are day trips, minds are brain tripped
What's the main lick? What's the main trip?
It's like this

For all my fellas that sip the Stellas
DJ's, Grafters and drug sellers
To the geeks, there's no need to be jealous
We're just doing our thing

If I had the time then I'd spend a little more with you
And if I had a 100 million then I'd probably give half to you

I just don't know about the way
I just wished I had some more days in my book
Call you up and give you a look

If I had the time then I'd spend a little more with you
And if I had a 100 million then I'd probably give half to you

From the edge of the land, who's that man?
Doing things that you can't understand
Broken or fixed, token or tripped
How many things we can throw in the mix?

Two thousand sales into two
Coming through, it's the Audio Crew
Don't bother doing if it don't sound smooth
As we step with nothing to prove

For all my fellas that sip the Stellas
DJ's, Grafters and drug sellers
To the geeks, there's no need to be jealous
We're just doing our thing