Lyrics:
Ta mère a couché avec un Yorkshire
Ta mère a couché avec un Pitbull
Elle a du courage ç'aurait pu être pire
Elle a peur de rien, c'est surement pas
Yorkshire born and Yorkshire bred
Thick in the head and full of dread
Strong in the arm
You're having a laugh
Only thing strong is in that glass
He's
Oh I live in God's own county
And Yorkshire is the name
The white rose is the emblem
And cricket is the game
Oh I live in God's own county
Yorkshire, Yorkshire Day
Yorkshire, Yorkshire Day
From the moorland way to the smugglers bay
People always mean what they say
It's the Yorkshire
Und ein Teil von dir in Yorkshire
Und da gehst du nicht mehr weg
Ein Teil von dir in Yorkshire
Und das ohne Sinn und Zweck
Denn ein Teil von dir
Der
Situation, just think
Yorkshire Dales with mist
Will I forget 'bout this?
It maybe will be missed
Following through the midst
Everyone's on checklist
Keep away
I'm in the tunnel with light
Yorkshire Dales wants some night lights
Don't get too close, that light's bright
Like TC, what is good?
Yorkshire Dales has
From New York
Made by the less fortunate
To West Yorks
No-one knows where Yorkshire is
From New York
Still feel I was born for it
To West Yorks
No less
Once upon a yorkshire pudding
I knew a man who lived on a road
He sang me songs of a distant nothing
What I know now I had never been told
Then
of this song
Well I could go on and on
But it's still unfashionable
To believe in principles
South South Yorkshire, mass murderer
How can you sleep
of this song
Well I could go on and on
But it's still unfashionable
To believe in principles
South South Yorkshire, mass murderer
How can you sleep
the failure life's short and s--te
Better facing your fears cos there's more to fight
If you can't make the world better make Yorkshire right
We just move
say you are in Yorkshire
As if I didn't knew hey hey
Some sort of homecoming
On a brighter day
Sitting on a wall in Yorkshire
Sitting on a wall in
say you are in Yorkshire
As if I didn't knew hey hey
Some sort of homecoming
On a brighter day
Sitting on a wall in Yorkshire
Sitting on a wall in
Yorkshire Pudding to be seen
The tension is rising
I'm staring in my dads eyes
They are just telling me to back the hell down.
But I reach for my knife
If ya don’t who I am I’m’a tell ya, S Dog from Yorkshire, well known charva. Rip through estate with the boys on drama, robbed every plug in
This is the South Yorkshire Police
We've had complaints
Just grab your shit and leave
And no-one goes to gaol
But we are the West Yorkshire
yo no maté a su yorkshire
el periódico anunció
que un perro falleció
a manos de unos delincuentes
todo el mundo se enteró
ella los denunció
ella
give me middle finger
Want middle finger
That's my ring
I tell her
B man's Yorkshire's finest
Yorkshire's finest
And I got rhymage
So she jump in't car
is fine for today
There's a church in Old Yorkshire where the archbishop's buried
If it weren't for money or the Church of England then it's where we'd
Drill flow
Chill, yo
Paid homage to both like a bill bro
Got to mix that Yorkshire, West
Grime and the drill, though
Throw like this when you sing
Go
Way before Reece had his corsa
I was out here when it want cool to rep Yorkshire
Everybody laughed and I can’t lie it was torture
Now they see me
the Mule
Winston Churchill, Robin Hood
Beatrix Potter, Baden-Powell
Beecham's powders, Yorkshire pud (Yorkshire pud)
With Billy Bunter, Jane Austen
I talk with compassion like my Irish mother taught me
But I stride with pride like me Yorkshire father wants me to
City boy I'm not, I was born in
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