| From the hip hop to the hippy to the hoppy to the wibbly wobbly woo,
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| To the ram jam jimmy, to the goldie lookin' chain to the ad-ad-adam hussain
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| Alright Spa!
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| Do you want some fucking weed?
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| I’ve got fucking loads of weed man, right
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| Carl from Risca’s had a few fucking ounces off me right,
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| So I’ve only got 21 ounces on me at the moment, right
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| but if you want some fucking more, right
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| I can do that, that’s no fucking problem.
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| I need to shift this draw quick as fuck,
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| flip the cash and take my cut.
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| It’s really powerful, it’s so strong,
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| but I’m selling it fast and it’s nearly all gone
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| I’ll sell you a nine-bar or just the ounce
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| I’ll sell you little bits or large amounts
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| Adam Hussein, remember me?
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| Selling draw from my capri
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| Want some draw? | 
| With me you’ll score
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| Cos I grows this shit out o' my nan’s back door
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| Bongs, bingers, blow buckets,
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| I sell ounces to schoolkids but I don’t care, fuck it
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| Get it on tick, but make it quick
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| I just got a load of wicked Thai stick
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| Party’s going down, I’ll bring the brown
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| Tonight it’s going off in Newport town
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| I’ve got 21 ounces of blow
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| I’ve got 21 ounces of blow
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| So if you want some let me know
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| 'cos I’ve really gotta go
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| I’ve got 21 ounces of blow, blow, blow
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| People watch me like Match of the Day,
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| I’ve got a stack of weed like a bale of hay
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| I drive my capri like Colin Mcrae
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| and I’ve got to drop some weed off in Alway
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| I’ve got really good scales and my deals are proper,
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| The price is wicked too, just like happy shopper
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| I sells the best skunk,
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| you can tell by the smell,
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| I’ll also sell you fags and rizlas as well
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| Oi clarts!
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| Don’t fucking start
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| Or I’ll whip you with my chain, and it’ll fucking smart
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| Weeds green like a frog,
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| my brown’ll make you shake like a shitting dog
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| 10 or twenty, I got plenty
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| I’m still selling draw down Pilgweny
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| Getting laid, not getting played
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| Don’t give a fuck as long as I get paid
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| I’ve got 21 ounces of blow
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| I’ve got 21 ounces of blow
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| So if you want some let me know
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| 'cos I’ve really gotta go
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| I’ve got 21 ounces of blow, blow, blow
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| I’m driving, feeling sane
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| 'cos the boots rammed with mary jane
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| That’s right!
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| It’s Benny Blanco,
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| selling the speed and the blow out of my car,
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| 'cos that’s how it’s done,
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| Pigs bust me twice so they got me on the run
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| Adam Hussein, I’m fucking glc
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| 'cos if you want a thc, come see me
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| There’s a new dance, going on,
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| in Newport, it’s called the funky bong
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| You wiggle your hips and start to show off
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| Breathe in and out and then you cough
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| You can only do it when your smoking a cone,
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| You can do it with your mates or all alone
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| Right to the left, left to the right
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| GLC are the fucking bomb, alright?
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| I’ve got 21 ounces of blow
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| I’ve got 21 ounces of blow
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| So if you want some let me know
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| 'cos I’ve really gotta go
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| I’ve got 21 ounces of blow, blow, blow
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| I’ve got speed, whatever you need,
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| 'cos I’ve always got a big bag of weed
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| My shit ain’t bunk,
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| I sell skunk out of my low ride capri’s trunk
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| Wanna gurn? | 
| You better learn,
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| Your missus’ll get free pills burping my worm
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| She’s on all fours,
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| Wouldn’t touch her with yours
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| 'cos she looks like the wookie out of fucking Star Wars
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| I’ve got 21 ounces of blow
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| I’ve got 21 ounces of blow
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| So if you want some let me know
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| 'cos I’ve really gotta go
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| I’ve got 21 ounces of blow, blow, blow
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| 21 ounces of blow
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| I’ve got 21 ounces of blow
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| So if you want some let me know
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| 'cos I’ve really gotta go
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| I’ve got 21 ounces of blow, blow, blow
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| …you're not fucking CID are you? |