Rockstar

Reading the Royal Gazette

Draggin’ on a cigarette

Look who made it big

Yeah, him in the periwig

He’s that guy

Once just a passerby

‘Til he was discovered

Then he hovered

Rockin’ the mic so loud

Pleasin’ the crowd

He’s got hoes

Workin’ the crowds at all the shows

This brother’s got ice on the wrist

A real rap hypnotist

The beats are smooth

Guaranteed to soothe

He’s makin’ it real far

This motherfuckin’ rockstar

By day he sits in Parliament

Gettin’ a tax supplement

By night he’s spittin’ rhymes

Ignoring parking fines

The Chancellor of the Exchequer

Nobody do it better

So what if he’s a cracker

He’s a fuckin’ investment backer

Cruisin’ to the Commons Chamber

In a thugged-out Le Sabre

He be rollin’ in the Benz

CL600 wit’ the chrome rims

“Her Majesty” this; motherfuck that

They all mad ’cause this cat can rap

And that hater shit’s whack

This bro’s got ya in a choke-hold

The seats to his show are all sold

A real rap hypnotist

The beats are smooth

Guaranteed to soothe

He’s makin’ it real far

This motherfuckin’ rockstar

So whadda ya say

To an MP who knows how to play

This rap game

He’s got all the fame

Britain never gonna be the same

Shout out his name

Who he?

The Chancellor, baby,

Of the motherfuckin’ Exchequer

Hell yeah

Word up

To that gangsta shit

Who’da thought white bread could make a hit?

This brother’s got it made

A real rap hypnotist

The beats are smooth

Guaranteed to soothe

He’s makin’ it real far

This motherfuckin’ rockstar

A fuckin’ rockstar

2003 rockstar

Huh? What? Yeah.