Boys in Blue - Skittles

Please just stop talking

Cause they won’t find us if you do

All the silly boys in blue

All the silly boys in blue

Please just stop talking

Cause they won’t find us if you do

All the silly boys in blue

All the silly boys in blue

I knew one guy called Johnny

He was on it man

He made five oners a day

Shifting Os and Bs on the local estate

When he was young, his dad ran away

So he barely remembers his face

But his mum said he looks like Chris

Without his brace

You see, Chris was his little brother

Always out and about

Running his big mouth

And Johnny was Chris' idol

And Johnny knew Chris' big mouth

Would land him inside if he didn’t stay silent

Cause Chris was always causing beef

And Chris weren’t even violent

He just knew that Johnny would be right beside him

If anyone tried to fight him, it’s the cycle

Please just stop talking

Cause they won’t find us if you do

All the silly boys in blue

All the silly boys in blue

Please just stop talking

Cause they won’t find us if you do

All the silly boys in blue

All the silly boys in blue

Johnny got onto the white

He was shotting green by day

And white by night

Seemed like it was all going alright, until

Late one night

One guy on a bike rolled up with a knife

And he held it right to the side of his eyes

And told him these are my sides

And you don’t know none of my guys

The result of Chris

When he’s pissed

He’s a wise guy

See, Chris went school with the little brother of the guy with the knife

Told him his life

They were tight

And the kid told Chris that his bro had a knife

And Chris was like «Yeah, my bro shots white»

When the kid’s bro heard outside

And that night Johnny got knifed

Please just stop talking

Cause they won’t find us if you do

All the silly boys in blue

All the silly boys in blue

Johnny died, a single stab to the abdomen

Chris knew where he kept his bags

So he grabbed for them

Just thinking he didn’t want his mum or the police to have them

But when he goes back

There’s a strap with them

He couldn’t believe Johnny was that hidden

But now he’s got a beef with the little brother of the guy

With the knife

Maybe he should pack with him

So he left that day

Ten bags with him

Came back in all fresh clothes

And a bag full of fat rhythm

Didn’t know cash was that given

Two years later, stacks risen

I mean, Johnny died

So nothing’ll put him off shottin', if that didn’t

You can’t compare that to prison

It’s your worst nightmare

But for Chris, just think

It isn’t