Born and Raised - Goldie Lookin Chain

All the things I learnt from Newport

Always twice as fast a three o’clock in the morning so no one can jump you

Always be prepared and always have a laugh

I tell you what I like Wildings at Christmas mate

I grew up in Newport in the nineteen eighties

Hanging by the castle with all my mates

Sparking up a spliff in John Frost Square

Puking on ourselves coz we just don’t care

Drinking so much booze you get covered in shite

Stella Artois to Diamond White

Learnt all my lessons being from Newport

I’ll always remember all I was taught

I think back and I remember well

Buying underage booze in Baneswell

Drinking on the corner taking amphets

Sharing a pack of ten cigarettes

Over Maesglas on the BMX track

Was the first time I tried squidgy black

We’d get a chase from the police

Causing trouble and disturbing the peace

There’s loads of things that you can’t be taught

Unless your born and raised in chikka chikka Newport

There’s loads of things that you’ll never see

Unless you grew up in the NPT

Ridding round the streets playing with my toys

Avoiding the Youth Firm and the Rodgy Nutty Boys

Going down the County Saturday afternoon

Making a draw yogurt heated up on a spoon

Adam and Dipper would come round my house

We’d drink ten cans and then we’d go out

Have a fat spliff on the way into town

Try walking in the Murenger without falling down

Remember when Zanzibar was Brooklyn Heights

Getting chips from Boomers and dodging fights

Hooking up with the crew after school

Go up Mister Cues to buy weed and play pool

Big up to Walshy and 38 Double D

Now that shit’s just a memory

Seeing the colours on LSD

Smoking soapbar with Phil Sasha and Lee

We used to kick it in town on a Saturday

Come back from Hitman with tunes to play

Can’t remember much of what went on

I think about it now but most of it’s gone

I think back and reminisce

Checking out the girls I wanted to kiss

Then it’s on to the park chilling on the swings

It’s amazing how you remember these things

There’s loads of things that you can’t be taught

Unless your born and raised in chikka chikka Newport

There’s loads of things that you’ll never see

Unless you grew up in the NPT

I use to pick asparagus so I could get paid

At Very Hill Farm out marshfield way

I never saved any money always spent up all my cash

Often swapping it with Tony and with Willis for some Hash

Seven fifty for a teenth fiver for a gram

Get acid in the Trout Vaults never drank in the Talisman

These are things I did as a teenager

No Instagram or mobile just a BT pager

Down by the statues with the crew felt like a star

Two pound fifty for half a pizza from Newport Fish Bar

Was you a Sweaty or a Townty were you torn

Didn’t care much for Ritzy’s but I did Grooves Platform

I tell these stories like biblical psalms

Like that time that Giles Sports had a visit from John Barnes

Remember Barkers Chippie Jeans on display

Or Universe in Magor when Sasha DJed

You know these days might all be in the past

But fucking hell son I had a proper fucking blast

It was like a shit version of New York

But like a good shit version of new York

There’s loads of things that you can’t be taught

Unless your born and raised in chikka chikka Newport

There’s loads of things that you’ll never see

Unless you grew up in the NPT

Riding on the scramblers down the train tracks

Playing pitch and toss on the wall outside the Halifax

Shooting up the soft kids with my black widow

Newport taught me things when I was just a kiddo

Up to Brecon park to have a fight

Rolling up a blunt but no ones got a light

Fiver in the machines at Megabowl

This is the way that we use to roll

Go to registration to answer my name

Then I’d go to Rileys for a few fucking frames

Sneaking in the pictures with a straw and rifle shots

When I got older it was draw and micro dots

Learnt all my smarts in my home fucking town

Always playing up always acting the clown

Getting up to mischief but never getting caught

And I owe my education to my Home in Newport

This ain’t a Hip Hop story from Brooklyn or the Bronx

When your born and raised and been port for yonks

You got tails port knowledge for laughs

Killer whales and dolphins in Maindee Baths

But I was west side Aston Stores and Johnseys

Vicky wine Garrads Shobaraj alonzi’s

BMXing through Brynglas

Delivering the ad mag when I could be assed

Tosser Thompson nicking from the Smiths warehouse bins

Stories of scraps in the Boileys and the Quinns

Garry Evans for maggots fishing with Cliffy

Dallas Sue Ellen how I got my first stiffy

Half a coke at the tavern turns on the rope swings

Striming idlers in the chippy that became my thing

Then the lights and Lasers led the way to Zanzibar

80s Newport nipper turned to 90s fucking safe spa

There’s loads of things that you can’t be taught

Unless your born and raised in chikka chikka Newport

There’s loads of things that you’ll never see

Unless you grew up in the NPT

Yeah you knows it makes sense

Fucking 80s 90s 2000s all the teens

All the fucking shit 2020 70s all the fucking ages

Billy Webb fucking rocking it for the GLC innit

Yes you knows Ayingerbrau Pils use to have all of that

Anyone who’s had the fucking boot

Anyone who’s had a yard of ale down Dippers

You fucking knows your safe

Newport 1980s fucking loves it Almo’s

Or going over to fucking Stuart Jones to get some football boots and some

dubbing

You fucking knows it makes sense

Wicked fucking Billy Webb

Goldie Looking Chains fucking knows it