Rudi Boy - O W 87 Lyrics

Went to school in the wrong scheme
I was from the bushie
OH was from the young team
Bad boy had the best bird in school
Breaking all the rules
Gang fights behind the swimming pool
Dance tunes pumping on a set of Techniques
Rockports, Burberry hats, blue Mera Peaks
Was the style back then
Back in Belarmine
The Pollok centre
Stan's den
Close my eyes
Can still see your cheeky little grin
Happy as f***
Trackied up
Outside the stag Inn
Not the type of guy
To go and hide behind a shield
Can remember you in the streets
Telling them f****** pick a field
We never lost touch as we got older
Didn't have a license and he pulled up in a Range Rover
Yaaasss
That's my mother f****** boy
Blacked out alloys
F****** real mccoy
Where'd this rain come from
Didn't notice the sky turn grey
Comment on my post from you said phone call away
Without a grain of self-purpose
Had everybodies back
On that night in Pollokshaws where the f*ck were people at
A hunter wouldn't go toe to toe
In the jungle with a tiger
They nip them in the back from the bushes with a sniper
Tupac picture me rolling instead it's picture him beside her
For the love you gave to others
People are willing to do a lifer

I could have went out my way
To see you more and wish I had
Driving through your bit and can't find my comrade
Messed up when I see your little kids without their dad
Wish I'd been about at the end more hope that you can understand
Best guy you'd meet
There in a heartbeat
F*ck the polis
Not discreet
New Beemer round the back street

Reminiscing about the past
Kicking about the streets of Pollok always quick to have a dash
Tool in the stash
Blue lights done the backs
New bird every week
Pumping Skepta in the Jag
Buckfast on the table
New top from Cruise
Givenchy on the label
In the strippers spending grands
Gobble in the Bylthswood Spa
Ended up getting banned
Mr wrong and Mr right
Some guy said one night
F*ck it, he's full of shit
Talking slang not polite
Right through the stoplight
Potterhill did ignite
Under the moonlight
You treated others equal, that was unknown
They'll never forget the love that was shown
If it was true about a wishbone
I'd ask for to be here and see me on the microphone
Rest in peace Owen