Lyrics to George Best
Man, I feel like George Best
But I never wore red
Coming for the North West
Shots 'til we ballin'
Hothead, got me livin' like I'm lawless
Saw death and it knockin' on my doorstep
Bitch I'm Gascoigne
I don't give a fuck about the tabloids
I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm a bad boy
Ball hard like Diego
Back hands front but
Can't feel my throat
Big zoot for my sore chest
Drink 'til there's nowt left
Fly like Clark Kent
Ball like George Best
'Course I'm top ten
More like top three
More, many more sets
Livin' like [?]
Black hoodie when I rip the [?]
Black hoodie and I finish a late
Stack money when I hit the rave
White snow like a winter's day
(And I think you like that, don't ya?)
Like George and Alfie
I'm a baller
No competition, I [?] for West Yorkshire
I drink bubbly like it's water
The way that I'm living could've be in a Mortuary
The fast lane gets scary
Getting my dicks up when I flip the Ferrari
True story I love getting lairy
I've got nine lives thank Jesus and Mary
I never thought I was gonna go far
Now I've got big business taking over
Bought a 911 and a Range Rover
I'm indecisive so I bought both cars
I get a Limousine with a [?]
"Driver, take me to a titty showbar."
Grab a couple dancers
Drink Tequila
Then I take 'em in the Limo for coca-cola
Man I feel like a rockstar
Never went school man I dropped out
In that 420-D with the top down
Hit the rave and this shit gets shut down
Any town, anywhere, any place I
Make the crowd jump from the bassline
From the night sky to the daylight
Yo, I just want the money and a great vibe
Run life, Imma live it eight times
Let's get it from the front to the back
Put ya guns up like you're under attack
DJ spin it got 'em under a trance
Come with a bang then I run to the bank
Big boy checks, my pockets on steds
They call me George Best
I'm from the North, check
Same motion, just a bit more sex
Drinks in the air, drinks 'til there's nowt left
But I never wore red
Coming for the North West
Shots 'til we ballin'
Hothead, got me livin' like I'm lawless
Saw death and it knockin' on my doorstep
Bitch I'm Gascoigne
I don't give a fuck about the tabloids
I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm a bad boy
Ball hard like Diego
Back hands front but
Can't feel my throat
Big zoot for my sore chest
Drink 'til there's nowt left
Fly like Clark Kent
Ball like George Best
'Course I'm top ten
More like top three
More, many more sets
Livin' like [?]
Black hoodie when I rip the [?]
Black hoodie and I finish a late
Stack money when I hit the rave
White snow like a winter's day
(And I think you like that, don't ya?)
Like George and Alfie
I'm a baller
No competition, I [?] for West Yorkshire
I drink bubbly like it's water
The way that I'm living could've be in a Mortuary
The fast lane gets scary
Getting my dicks up when I flip the Ferrari
True story I love getting lairy
I've got nine lives thank Jesus and Mary
I never thought I was gonna go far
Now I've got big business taking over
Bought a 911 and a Range Rover
I'm indecisive so I bought both cars
I get a Limousine with a [?]
"Driver, take me to a titty showbar."
Grab a couple dancers
Drink Tequila
Then I take 'em in the Limo for coca-cola
Man I feel like a rockstar
Never went school man I dropped out
In that 420-D with the top down
Hit the rave and this shit gets shut down
Any town, anywhere, any place I
Make the crowd jump from the bassline
From the night sky to the daylight
Yo, I just want the money and a great vibe
Run life, Imma live it eight times
Let's get it from the front to the back
Put ya guns up like you're under attack
DJ spin it got 'em under a trance
Come with a bang then I run to the bank
Big boy checks, my pockets on steds
They call me George Best
I'm from the North, check
Same motion, just a bit more sex
Drinks in the air, drinks 'til there's nowt left
