Selekta Lyrics – Kyle Gordon

Read the full Selekta lyrics by Kyle Gordon along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Kyle Gordon’s music, you can also explore Crawl to Me, another song by Kyle Gordon.

[Intro: Albie Wobble]
Albie Wobble
Representing Wellington-Upon-Trent
We in here
Big up my man Nathan, coming through with the ganja
Rudeboy, mi want fi chat to me, gwarn
Selekta (Are you mental?)

[Verse: Albie Wobble]
Coming through
On what I do
I never knew your crew be doo-doo
With the bum to the boom boom
Bum-de-bum-de-bum-de-bum
Boom with the boom boom
What do you do?
Put ya crew in a new blue tutu (Ooh)
Who mandem
Over by the chip shop?
Yo, can’t stand them
Then stab them man, go bonkers
With the Glasgow smile for the plonkers
Me nah, stab ’em in the biscuit
Blood on me trainers?
Nah, can’t risk it
Pick up the skeng and ya mandem ran
Couldn’t nick a hot pot pie off me nan
And if you wanna boogie, yo, let’s tango
Hit ’em with the Rambo
Right up in the mango

[Chorus: Trixie B, Albie Wobble]
Take me to the yard if you can handle it (Brrr)
Let’s pop a mandy or I’ll cancel it (Oi)
Them ogling me baps
All through me burberry (You-you what?)
I know you heard of me

Boy

[Verse]
If you pop round in Bradford
(??)
Turn your ugly mug into porridge
I’m all rough and tumble
Million quid to get your Barney Gumble’d
Looking for a tussle, head to the pub
Shaftsbury Ave for the rub ‘n tug
Don’t mind my Ps and Qs and my A to Zs
You want a toastie? I’m on me way to Greggs
(??) for a fiver? That’s a bargain
Knees up, not a fu*king stroll in the garden
“Pardon?” Yeah you lot are ponces
Piss of you puffs and you fairy nonces
You want this? Yo, I got your mum up on the pickle
Bonk the old bird ’til I tickle and I fizzle
(??) run up in the middle
Pipe the old bag right down and get a diddle

[Chorus: Trixie B, Albie Wobble]
Take me to the yard if you can handle it (Brrr)
Let’s pop a mandy or I’ll cancel it (Oi)
Them ogling me baps
All through me burberry (You-you what?)
I know you heard of me
Boy

Show me the (??), don’t you bother me (Don’t be a fu*king lemon)
You of for sunday roast at Toby Carvery (Fu*k off)
Don’t start with me
And don’t get smart with me (Fu*k off)
You get no part of me (You-you what?)
Boy