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YOU WONT GET THIS IF YOU ARENT FROM SYDNEY 
Hey guys i live in Sydney’s South West and i wrote a song about life here…I bloody love it! Anyways! This isn’t meant to offend ANYONE its just taking the about living in Sydneys West (Which i do).
Im sorry for the writing being a abit random at times my editing program didnt let me fix that.
Below are the lyrics - written and sung horrible by me:
WELCOME TO SOUTH WEST SYDNEY…
ALL YOU OTHER DIVISIONS TAKE NOTE…
THIS IS HOW RE ROLL…
YO YO MY NAME IS RAMEY
AND I LIVE IN THE SOUTH WEST
WITHOUT A DOUBT IT IS THE BEST-
I WALK DOWN THE STREET WITH MY
BULLET PROOF VEST! IF YOU DONT
HAVE ONE…YOU BETTER INVEST OH OH.
ITS MY DAY OFF AND IM BORED
SO I GO FOR A CRUISE,
GRAB A FEW MATES AINT
GOT NOTHING TO LOOSE.
DOWN CANTERBURY ROAD
WE DECIDE WERE TO GO
BAY STREET IS THE CHOICE
IN MY TARAGO…GO GO GO GO…
IT’S TIME FOR SOME DINNER
WHERE SHOULD WE EAT? I PARK MY
CAR THEN HEAD IN FOR A SEAT…
WE’RE AT HABIBS CHICKEN
DAMN THIS FEAST IS FINGER LICKIN
GOOD GOOD GOOD IN THE HOOD.
I NEED TO GO SHOPPING
OFF TO CENTRO ROSELANDS….
AFTER COMING BACK FROM
BRIGHTON LE’SANDS….
DAMN WE LOOK GOOD
ITS LIKE WE’RE ON FIRE…
WE GO INSIDE AND HEAD STRAIGHT
FOR MYER…
I GRAB A FEW PANTS
BUT NONE OF THEM FIT ME
I FINALLY FIND A PAIR
DAMN STRAIGHT ITS INDUSTRIE.
I’M DONE WITH SHOPPING
AND ITS TIME FOR A PARTY
I GET THE GEL OUT
COLLARS UP I LOOK TARTY
IM AT PUNCHBOWL STATION
WAITING FOR A TRAIN,
THE TRAIN APPROACHES
IM FEELING A LITTLE VAIN
CITYRAIL HATES THE BANKSTOWN LINE
GIVING YOU A FINE…
THE PARTY WAS GREAT
IM ON MY WAY TO THE HOOD
MY STOMACH IS RUMBLING
IN DESPERATE NEED FOR SOME FOOD
I SEE A LIGHT IN THE DISTANCE
THE LIGHTS LIT UP LOW…
OHMIGOD THANK YOU
24 HOURS OPORTO!
I GET HOME AND MUM IS YELLING AT ME
SHE TELLS ME TO GET SOME MEAT
FROM THE LOCAL DELHI
ABU AHMED IS HIS NAME AND HE IS MY PAL
HE’S QUITE SPECIAL BECAUSE HE SELLS HALAL.
THE ASIAN BAKERYY IS OPEN
DAY OR NIGHT, THEY DO RINGS AROUND
THEM FUCKEN BAKERS DELIGHT.
CRISPY BREAD, MEAT PIES
THEY GOT IT ALL…I END UP
MUNCHING ON A BREAD ROLL.
LETS GO SMOKE ARGILI AT TITANIC
WHY THE IS THE PLACE
CALLED TITIANIC…WHAT HAS THE
TITANIC GOTTA DO WITH LEB BONGS?
I REPLACE THE COAL WITH PROVIDED TONGS
TALKING WITH MY MATES
BLOWING SMOKE TO THEIR FACE
ITS TRUE WHEN THEY SAY
THERE AINT NO BETTER PLACE.
MY CROAT MATE MITRO LIVES IN
LIVO, HE WANTS ME TO COME DOWN
TO THE PUB FOR SOME PIVO (BEER).
I CANT HANDLE THAT PLACE
WHATS WITH THE CHESS? OLD MEN
HANG OUTSIDE THE MALL RELIEVING
THEIR STRESS..
I MISS THE HOME OF THE BULLDOGS
BELMORE GROUND, THE TRAIN GOES PASSED
THERE IS NO SOUND,
I REMEMBER WE HAD VICTORY
HORNS GOING OFF IN THE STREET
PEOPLE DANCING IN JOY ROCKIN THEIR FEET.
AT THE END OF THE DAY
WHAT CAN I SAY
EXCEPT YOU COULD GIVE ME ANY PAY
BUT I’D NEVER CHANGE MY WAY….
WEST SIDE FOR LIFE…HEY HEY.
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