I was walkin' down the street
Concentratin' on truckin' right
I heard a dark voice beside of me
And I looked round in a state of fright
I saw four faces, one mad
A brother from the gutter
They looked me up and down a bit
And turned to each other
I say
I don't like cricket oh no
I love it
I don't like cricket no no
I love it
Don't you walk through my words
Got to show some respect
Don't you walk through my words
'Cause you ain't heard me out yet
Well he looked down at my silver chain
He said
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