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from Dizzee Rascal - Boy In Da Corner (2004)
(squeaky voices)
You really don't have to do this, why do people jus ask for things when they dont really want it they should jus shut up Uh uh uh uh (whaaat) uh uh (im your fitness instructor) uh uh uh uh (i jus wanna make my money, you make yours) uh uh uh uh uh uh uh (it's time for some exercise) uh uh uh (what) uh uh uh uh (make money or shut up) uh uh uh uh uh Yo, I don't promote no violence but if that boy gets arrogant I'll leave that boy in the basement so, done with the bat dnt talk jus walk i'm not a female beater but if that girl gets facety I'll slap that girl all hasty cos she might be buff but she's not ruff I can't believe i'm hearing that boy thinks i'm not dangerous let me draw his girlfriend home cut no slack she'll never go back marriage, love, wife please! all that talk is stupid plus I don't believe in cupid cos sometimes most times everyone 2 times (CHORUS) who do they think they are U push me too far LOOK I don't care who you are NO i'm a super, superstar who do they think they are U push me too far LOOK I don't care who u are NO Yo, yo I dont obey no policemen cos they forget they're human uh get excited quickly but, he aint got a gun i'll kick him and run (tell him) don't talk to me about royalty cos queen elizabeth dont know me so how can she control me when I live street and she lives neat I love raising concerts but there's jus too much violence uh I can't stand no long ting so book me, watch me, hear me, pay me i've been far too friendly now everybody wants a favour but i'm not no ones saviour cos where was you when I was blue?! (CHORUS) Yo, talk in the mike i'll talk neat talk to your wife i'll talk sweet talkin tough i'll talk wid my feet rascals raw like red meat talk act talk rough talk sexy talk buff certain girls talk rough talk anything, anywhere, any stuff yeah we got style, we'll get gash yeah we got style, we'll make cash certain man talk trash act funny act flash bring your bora, bring your mash get banged, get bashed we don't care who they are, where they are if they wanna bring the beef we aint far (CHORUS) (wiley) I was hot steppin in my nike air sneaker you didn't know I was an mc beater, defeater giving the mc a sleeper i'm in to win fairly i'm not a cheater i'm starving, hungry ready to eat her your drinks sweet but my drinks sweeter though i'm getting stronger bro your getting weaker bro I came straight from the gutter lay low i'm a ninja turtle u can't step into my circle in a sound clash I will hurt you paper thats what im lookin for anyone wanna make paper they got they're face on the floor and choong thats what a want I wanna choong ting a double bed fling with a choong ting wiley, rascal that's the bum ting gyal wanna bang on my endz no long ting! (CHORUS) x 2 shutup no one can't say nothing ever i'm your fitness instructor |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Boy In Da Corner (2004)
Uh
I socialise and review the situation (negotiate) I socialise and review the situation (negotiate) I socialise and review the situation (negotiate) Then cut em' off Review the situation, take part, take over (Socialise and negotiate I cut 'em off, I cut 'em off) Review the situation, take part, take over Review the situation, take part, take over (Socialise and negotiate I cut 'em off, I cut 'em off) Review the situation, take part, take over My name is Raskit, listen to my flow I socialise in Hackney and Bow I wear my trousers ridiculously low I love females, money and creps I'm kind of street-wise, I think that you should know You're not a bad boy, you're puttin' on a show You're talkin' 'bout creepin' up on Rusko So keep creep crawlin', 'cause I'm talkin' bigger steps My name is Raskit, listen to my slang I socialise with the crew and the gang Roll utes on the street is where I hang I'll make you collapse, leave gaps in your face You're in your neighbourhood thinkin' that you're nang (oh please) Got your people thinkin' that I'm dang (oh please) But if you try it, I'll make a Rachett bang (oh no) You can never outplay me, I'm a ace I'm not a smoker but I blaze a lot Sit around puffin', waste my days a lot Although I shouldn't waste time, 'cause I ain't got a lot I'm just lazy I'm not a rachett but I bang a lot Got a couple beanies that I slam a lot I'll make 'em happy with my fingers and my hand a lot (finger!) I'm just crazy Socialise and negotiate I cut 'em off, I cut 'em off Socialise and negotiate I cut 'em off, I cut 'em off Review the situation, take part, take over Review the situation, take part, take over Review the situation, take part, take over Review the situation, take part, take over There you go again, talkin' like a div (shit) Like I can't find out where you live (man, it's easy) Take off your latch, I don't even need a ratch My butterfly leave you lookin' like a sieve Met bad boys from every postcode (uh) You could never talk to me about road Stop dreamin' im your worst nightmare I'm Freddy Krueger, make the Luger explode There you go again, talkin' like a star Like I can't find out where you are Kick off your door, I ain't got a 4.4 I'll have to settle for a long metal bar (and) I've met bad boys from every rough ends You could never talk to me about skengz (click click) Talk tuff, but you ain't sayin' much I'll chop you up and share you out between your friends Now some love me, some do the opposite If you feel to move to me, please get on with it Don't know why you feel the need to talk to birds But talk is dangerous, be careful with your words But remember this - I am you So if you think you're real, do what you gotta do On a level, you're just challengin' yourself If you're feelin' brave, go ahead and hurt yourself Socialise and negotiate I cut 'em off, I cut 'em off Socialise and negotiate I cut 'em off, I cut 'em off Review the situation take part take over Review the situation take part take over Review the situation take part take over Review the situation take part take over We cut 'em off, cut 'em off Review the situation, take part and take over Nothin' else We cut 'em off, we cut 'em off, we cut 'em off, we cut 'em off Look, review the situation, take part, take over Review the situation, take part, take over Review the situation, take part, take over Review the situation, take part, take over Come |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Boy In Da Corner (2004)
(Intro)
Ohhh...oi its real out here Like no one understands sometimes People can see whats really goin on People just go in mad in front of me, you get me Everyone's growin' up too fast Feds don't understand us, adults don't understand us No one understands us We just live life for what we do like, its real, its raskit Yo, shout to all the mandem , yo, i'm reppin' I'm tryin' to listen, yo (Verse 1) Sometimes I wake upm wishin' I could sleep forever I spend my whole life tryin' to pull myself together Tryin' to re-assure myself that I ain't goin' mad I gotta come to a conclusion, it's now or never Sometimes I wake up wishin' I could sleep for years I've been through anger, pain, blood, sweat and tears You'd think that any kid in my position would be glad (you would) Quite the opposite, more worries, more fears Sometimes I wake up wishin' I could sleep for days It's like I'm lost in love and I'm only in it coz it pays I find myself back on road, things are gettin' bad More and more I'm goin' back to my old ways Sometimes I wake up wishin' i could sleep for good And if I had the guts to end it all, believe I would Its gettin' borin' always being miserable and sad Shit, I would love to be polite really I wish I could But life's pressures often get me down Sometimes I feel there's not a lot to smile about so I frown And I talk a big whole heap of badness Because my life's a big whole heap of madness I've seen a lot, maybe more than I can take (real) I'm under pressure everyday, tryin' not to break (ooohhh) But I'll survive coz its what I do best (get me) I'm a challenger, put me to the test (Chorus) Sleep tight everything will be alright By the end of the night will be the day Just pray that you see it Strong, you got to be it if you wanna get through it Stretch your mind to the limit, you can do it Sleep tight, everything will be alright By the end of the night will be the day Just pray that you see it Strong, you got to be it if you wanna get through it Stretch your mind to the limit (Verse 2) Its almost like I got the world on my shoulders Sometimes, yo, I struggle Sometimes you know I'm hittin petty crimes But we livin' hard times No one to turn to and no one to talk to Life's a doorway, everybody walk through Everybodys talkin', but nobody's listenin' Everyday some new shit, week out and week in All this negativity, why you tryin' to get at me? All up in my life (raaah) Where did you get the energy I don't feel well but you still bother me You're givin' me a headache man, you might as well just clobber me Blud lately I've been lonely but you only phone me When you want a favour then you wonder why I'm moany Don't really ask much so I don't owe much Don't receive a lot of love so I don't show much But the little that I'll do I put it in a song for you Handle your business because I do (Chorus) Sleep tight, everything will be alright By the end of the night will be the day Just pray that you see it Strong you got to be it if you wanna get through it Stretch your mind to the limit, you can do it (you can do it) Sleep tight, everything will be alright By the end of the night will be the day Just pray that you see it Strong you gotta be it if you wanna get through it Stretch your mind to the limit, you can do it (Outro) Shout to all the younga's,E3 do your thing but I swear to use school. Get me you come out of it's real out here.(raskits from bow E3,that dizzee rascal from bow E3..yo dont worry).Shout to everybody still hustling (think I aint got you in mind)make it focus I swear to you,you can do anything (that dizzee rascal's from bow E3)real. (And you need to talk more) Shout to all the youngers E3 do your thing but I swear to use school Get me, you come out of school, its real out here (Raskits from Bow E3, that Dizzee Rascal from Bow E3...yo don't worry) Shout to everybody still hustlin' (think I ain't got you in mind don't worry) Make it focus, I swear to you, you can do anything (That Dizzee Rascal's from Bow E3) Real I need to talk more |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Boy In Da Corner (2004)
Oi!
Ha ha ha Ah ha ha Ah ha ha ha WOO! Yeah! Stupid! [CHORUS] Fix up look sharp Don't make me bring the blitz out and get dark Hear the bang, see the spark Duck down, lay down just (get on down) Fix up look sharp Don't make me bring the blitz out and get dark Hear the bang see the spark Duck down lay down just (get on down) I got the big beat (ahaha) I hear the sound (yeah) I got the big beat (Dizzee Rascal!) I get on down (rollin' deep) [VERSE 1] I've heard the gossip from the street to the slammer They're tryin' to see if Dizzee stays true to his grammar Bein' a celebrity don't mean shit to me Fuck the glitz and glamour, hit them with the blitz and hammer 'Cause they talkin' 'bout rushin' Talk behind my back, but to my face they say nothin' Stand up in the park, keep a firm steady stance Keep the beanies touchin', keep the beanies hot flushin Flushin MC's down the loo If you don't believe me bring your posse bring your crew Feel free to hate 'cause I ain't tryin' to be your mate Be serious, you wouldn't last an hour in my shoe It's a Air Force One Trainers by the truck load Trainers by the tonne Don't be dazed when I catch you by your jays Chump, best to act like Forrest Gump, best to run [CHORUS] Fix up, look sharp Don't make me bring the blitz out and get dark Hear the bang, see the spark Duck down lay down just (get on down) Fix up, look sharp Don't make me bring the blitz out and get dark Hear the bang, see the spark Duck down lay down just (get on down) I got the big beat I hear the sound I got the big beat (oi sweet as a nut mate sweet as a nut) I get on down (oi England!) [VERSE 2] I stay sweet as a nut, sweet like Tropicana When my hammer hits, ya head splits like banana You ain't ready for this bro You better send your best soldiers this is Captain Rascal! More destructive and troublesome than ever I'll probably be doin' this, probably forever Fellas wanna stop me, they'll probably come together It's probable they'll stop me, probably never Yo top man, top man, hard topper topper Come to me with an attitude, come a cropper I'm old school like Happy Shopper I fight old school bring your bat and your chopper And a first aid kit and some antiseptic, this could get hectic I'm a don, accept it, you got a bright future Don't let my gun affect it [CHORUS] Fix up, look sharp Don't make me bring the blitz out and get dark Hear the bang, see the spark Duck down lay down just (get on down) Fix up, look sharp Don't make me bring the blitz out and get dark Hear the bang, see the spark Duck down lay down just (get on down) Wooo! Get on down! Fix up! Wooo! |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Boy In Da Corner (2004)
(Dizzee Rascal)
Get me We got a lot to talk bout Raskit, God's Gift Oi yo What you do will come back to you What you do will come back to you What you do will come back to you What you do will come back to you What you do will come back to you What you do will come back Hold your mouf (hold your mouf) Raskit dont give a shit (i mean) Ain't concerned, ain't worried, don't mind But you should watch your lip (i mean) If you keep chattin in a hurry you'll find The bottom of a 6 foot pit (i mean) Don't care what creed, colour or kind Bullets'll make you sit (i mean) Make you relax, lay-down, unwind Raskit don't give a damn (i mean) Ain't that bothered not much, dont care Catch me if you can (i mean) Its possible you will get hit with a chair Talk like your the man (i mean) If you want beef you'll get a fair share Dizzee got a masterplan (i mean) I'm a problem for Antony Blair Raskit don't have a bar (i mean) Don't have it from him, her or dem I'll make a rudeboy say rarr (i mean) With or without the use of a skeng Remove you from your car (i mean) Got a temper, its big like ben And I don't care who you are (i mean) Move to your boys, i'll move to your men Raskit don't waste time (i mean) Don't hesitate, don't pet, don't ramp .22, .38, .9 (i mean) These digits'll leave you stiff like cramp You wanna test? thats fine (i mean) You couldn't take Dizzee Rascal for a tramp If you cross my line (i mean) I'll leave you colourful, dazed and damp I don't want beef today It's not arms today Let's keep it calm today Let's be friends I don't wanna write today Let's not fight today I feel alright today Let's be friends (God's Gift) You've got a problem blud? Let's solve it blud Gats and bora's blud Hold your mouf You've got a problem blud? Let's solve it blud Gats and bora's blud Hold your mouf (Dizzee Rascal) Yo, it dont make no sense to me Why fellas don't wanna act sensibly You better re-check your identity You better re-check how you speak You dont make no sense to me If I switch I won't act sensibly I'll make you care intensively You'll be in a coma for a week And I really can't come to grips With how these fellas act just like chicks But now I retaliate with clips And now I retaliate with force You should come to grips With how you really should watch your lips You better know we're some lunatics And that we retaliate, of course (God's Gift) You don't wanna feel the heat from mah (click click) I roll deep wit mah (click click) I'm always on the street wit mah (click click) I eat wit mah (click click) I sleep wit mah (click click) And I can put you 6 foot deep wit mah (click click) Chat shit you get beat wit mah (click click) Roll straight sound be the street wit mah (click click) Try if I'm never on my feet wit mah (click click) I'm only on my feet when I bus' heat (gunshots) And you just ran outta luck wit mah (click click) Say your gonna get fucked up wit mah (click click) Gunshots leave bodies bruk wit mah (click click) And I can make the whole place duck wit mah (click click) If you dont wanna get stuck wit mah (click click) Don't wanna get out the truck wit mah (click click) Cause you'll get jacked and gun-but wit mah (click click) And i'll leave your whole jaw bruk wit mah (click click click click) |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Boy In Da Corner (2004)
I luv u
III...I..I..I luv u I luv I luv I luv u III...I..I..I luv u III...I..I..I luv u I luv I I I I luv u I I I I I luv u III...I..I..I luv u II Luv u I luv u I I I I I I I l-l-luv u u u I luv... luv luv luv u u u (Dizzee Rascal) Yo if that girl know's where you stay that's poor Some whore bangin' on your door, what for? Pregnant? what're you talkin about this for Fifteen, she's underage, that's raw And against law, 5 years or more And she wants a score and half of a draw That's a kind of friend that you try and ignore That whore got you pinned down to the floor But its your own fault, you said three magic words (I love you) When that's the one for the birds When you said that, she forgot other boys It's over, you better start buyin' the toys There was no intention of her being your wife Now she knows this, she's endin' your life It's a real shame you got had by the whores It's a shame that kid probably ain't yours (Chorus - Dizzee & Girl) (Dizzee Rascal) That girl some bitch ya know She keep callin' my phone She don't leave me alone She just moan and groan She just keep ringin' me at home These days I don't answer my phone (Girl) That boy some prick you kna' All up in my hair Thinks that I care Keeps followin' me here Keeps followin' me there These days I can't go nowhere (Girl) Ain't that your girl (Dizzee) Nah it ain't my girl (Girl) I swear that's your girl (Dizzee) Course it ain't my girl (Girl) She got juiced up (Dizzee) Oh well (Girl) She got chatted up (Dizzee) Oh well! I swear that's your man (Girl) I ain't got no man (Dizzee) But you was with that man (Girl) He was just ANY man (Dizzee) He got hotted up (Girl) Oh well (Dizzee) He got whacked up (Girl) Oh well! (Dizzee Rascal) Alright, she's a bad girl i'm da boss tho Captain rusko with no crossbow She came, she got picked off, yo Nah, it's not a love ting, get lost hoe Dizzee Rascal come down like snow With freezin' cold flows like moscow Dumb hoe, get me upset, guns blow Bitch, you're not really ready for skid row Leap low, Dizzee Rascal, deep roll Big feet for the force with my big toe I got no chaps, no chains, not much doe Get juiced, but you don't get love though Don't slap or you might get a ho-hoe Jambo comin' through like rambo Love ting takes two like tango But she aint my wifey, she can go (Chorus - Dizzee & Girl) (Dizzee Rascal) That girl some bitch ya know She keep callin' my phone She don't leave me alone She just moan and groan She just keep ringin' me at home These days I don't answer my phone (Girl) That boy some prick you kna' All up in my hair Thinks that I care Keeps followin' me here Keeps followin' me there These days I can't go nowhere (Girl) Ain't that your girl (Dizzee) Nah it ain't my girl (Girl) I swear that's your girl (Dizzee) Course it ain't my girl (Girl) She got juiced up (Dizzee) Oh well (Girl) She got chatted up (Dizzee) Oh well! I swear that's your man (Girl) I ain't got no man (Dizzee) But you was with that man (Girl) He was just ANY man (Dizzee) He got hotted up (Girl) Oh well (Dizzee) He got whacked up (Girl) Oh well! (Dizzee Rascal) Listen, I like your girl So you better look after your girl Or I might just take your girl And make your girl my girl Switch your girl with Michelle Switch Michelle with Chantelle Play Chantelle with Shennele Lyrical clientele, but I aint a bow cat, I dont like the smell I'm gonna go through a shell and make a boy feel unwell That girl from school, that girl from college That girl gives brains, that girl gives knowledge that girl gives head, that girl gives shines that girl gives bjs at all times She looks decent, she looks fine But don't talk about wifey, she's not mine She got battried, 6 in a line, Believe me, that's not a good sign (Chorus - Dizzee & Girl) (Dizzee Rascal) That girl some bitch ya know She keep callin' my phone She don't leave me alone She just moan and groan She just keep ringin' me at home These days I don't answer my phone (Girl) That boy some prick you kna' All up in my hair Thinks that I care Keeps followin' me here Keeps followin' me there These days I can't go nowhere (Girl) Ain't that your girl (Dizzee) Nah it ain't my girl (Girl) I swear that's your girl (Dizzee) Course it ain't my girl (Girl) She got juiced up (Dizzee) Oh well (Girl) She got chatted up (Dizzee) Oh well! I swear that's your man (Girl) I ain't got no man (Dizzee) But you was with that man (Girl) He was just ANY man (Dizzee) He got hotted up (Girl) Oh well (Dizzee) He got whacked up (Girl) Oh well! ('I Luv U' repeated in background) Uh, Dizzee Rascal Roll Deep, it's all love ha ha 2000 and slew Damn right I'm articulate, I'm not an idiot Dem boy no ready yet, trend they could never set This is the next step I ride the 2-step, niggaz better get set I'll make your girl wet Damn right I'm articulate, I'm not an idiot Dem boy no ready yet, trend they could never set This is the next step I ride the 2-step, niggaz better get set I'll make your girl wet I luv u u u u |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Boy In Da Corner (2004)
Yo, look, look, look
They call her jezebel you might find her in your neigbourhood Always in some shit Up to no good Constant boastin', bragging to her friends Juiced every boy in the ends Didn't finished school She would truant every day Always on the link Different boy every day Missed mathematics she was doing acrobatics But not gym class She was gettin' doggie fast Yo, they call her jezebel Friends call her sket behind her back She never knew the plot She was born off track Tight top short skirt thinks she's to nice Hates love but she's been deep in twice Pass with, hoe can't keep her legs closed Always on the creep Now she's in too deep Now she face's neglect, abuse and rape man said that he'd kill her if she tried to escape (Chorus) Whats your name? I've seen you about I think your shroom (Boom ting) I really hope your not a grim I really hope your not a jezzy, jezzy Where you from? Hot stuff (Buff ting) I really hope your not a grim I really hope your not a jezzy, jezzy I've seen you around I think your shroom (Boom ting) I really hope your not a grim I really hope your not a jezzy, jezzy Where you from? Hot stuff (Buff ting) I really hope your not grim I really hope your not a jezebel You might find her at a house rave For the fifth time She's gettin' wined from behind Had a bit to drink So she's acting kinda slow She came with Natasha But she's leavin with Joe Ricky loves jezzy but jezzy loves bling Ricky means well but Ricky aint got a thing Joe's got a name And jezzy loves fame She wants a man to show So it's all about Joe They call her jezebel On her way to get whats out Get battery And get kicked out Jezzy weren't expecting more then four What could she say She just did it anyway Messed up caught a kinda STD Gonorrhoea, Herpes, no VD Left bitter, left angry, left vexed But still loves sex Passed it on to the next (Chorus) Pretty but Aint got a brain Got no shame Got juiced on the train Went from daddy's little girl To daddy's heart attack House reck a side She could never go back Raised in the church not knowing anything then learned about boys Ruin every thing Aged 16 She was never full grown She was in a family Now she's got one of her own Two kids Even worse Two little girls Two more of her Thats two jezebels Two fatherless kids One single mum No longer young But the boys still come Yo, wishin' she could take it back to the old school And make better choices Oh what a fool bottle by her side she wonder, man, if only she were six years younger, Damn |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Boy In Da Corner (2004)
(Chorus)
He's just a rascal He's just a rascal He's just a rascal Dizzee Rascal (x4) Yo London stand up tall (Verse 1) Stress on the brain complain to the fool Stress on the brain complain to the max I'm gonna search for big money stacks Top tens and platinum whacks Ain't got no need for a chain of a chaks I'm a rude boy, I ain't got no gargen dax I got this game in my hand like dax I got this game in my hand be cool Unstoppable, make a boy relax I'll take teeth for the money and jaks We make money off album tracks Come on I'll face it, lets all face facts You may be some handsome chaps What's that but I'm invisible to all Foolish fakish cats, Roll Deep will have some of that (Verse 2) Stress on the brain complain to the max Stress on the brain complain but I know Gotta get money, gotta get a lotta hoe No less than a G for a show Ain't got no buff or ill dudes Who think I hang with the low Ain't get round all ways in a go I get round all ways in a rush Can't stop ya, I won't ever hush Drinkin beer make my lot lush When I come to the crotch with crush Never chat shit, talk shit, get flushed I talk tough coz life's been rough Gritty, shitty, life ain't been to pretty far from buff So I'm off to the elegant stuff (Listen) (Chorus) He's just a rascal He's just a rascal He's just a rascal Dizzee Rascal (x4) (Verse 3) Definitely I hustle blad, definitely I grind So you can try anything you want, I'll definitely don't mind Definitely got my ting, I definitely know your face So don't jump out your primo, I'll definitely put u in your place (yeah) Definitely I hustle blad, definitely I graft So you can try anything you want, I'll definitely just laugh Definitely got my swords, definitely really sharp So don't keep talking like your bright, you'll definitely get dark (listen) Definitely I hustle blad, definitely I fly So u can try anything you want, I'll definitely just sigh Definitely know I'm real, definitely know you ain't So don't try and be no devil, coz I'm definitely no saint (hear me now) Definite I hustle blad, definitely I win So you keep takin this for a joke, I'll definitely just grin Definitely can't of heard, definitely couldn't know So don't talk like your on top, if you're definitely below (Chorus) He's just a rascal He's just a rascal He's just a rascal Dizzee Rascal (x4) (Verse 4) Bug roll ya, so stay low I might have to stop get live-o And you don't need the stress agro So just sit like I'm hot like a kettle You might get scolded or burnt up But I guarantee the fedz won't turn up, hate to brag Yo you must give it up Act like a bitch go fetch your make up I'm street wise with the phat guys So spectize, make the whole crew capsize, slap guys When I talk, walk past, I wrestle guys, so no lives When I pour true, there is no clear skies Jackass kidnapped that guys capped That guys replaced with gaz (Hi pussy hole, I'm comin for you yeah, remember rude boy, I'm comin for you yeah, Anywhere I see you I'm gonna lift your face off with chat up yeah, You're a pussy hole, look go fuck your mum as well, what? Hang tight, oit. Fucking monkey, yeah, We're all waitin to blow your brain, you come, with one lyric and think that you're bad, you're not bad blad, Pussyin out, pussyin out for 3 weeks, talkin about you got girls from northend one, What's all that about you shithead? Fuck you on man.) |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Boy In Da Corner (2004)
I don't wanna screw, but nothin ain't new
I'll educate your whole crew when I come through And you know its true, so what you gonna do? You ain't got the foggiest, ain't got a clue Got a little fame and yeah I got game Get out my way with your dangerous for my name All I gotta say, get out the way Dizzee Rascal's hot like summer bay And I hit MC's like croquet If a boy pet then a boy must pay You can start arms, we're not on the lay-lay Please feel free, you can bring it any day Anyway, get wet like Perrier Better hope there's an ambulance on the way OK if you wanna fight, just say We uppercut MCs like Sugar Ray Hot like Cairo, hot like Mars But I want houses and I want cars So I spit verses and a spit bars I don't care what they're sayin I ain't playin Hot like lava, hot like hell Move to your sister Move to your girl Charmeyne, Cherellene or Chantelle You better hide your wife Protect her well Killer instinct, instinctive killer Round here life cant get no realer Young-guns flappin their gums wit no fear Females, money and guns its all here Top shottas, beer caps, street rats Bent coppers aim for your knee-caps Some pay a visit to jail without bail Some stay on top of the game without fail Its live-o (its live-o) its live-o (its live-o) its live-o Look, skank out (skank out) skank out (skank out) skank out (skank out) and jump about See-saw Marjore glore Guess who's sneaked in through the back door Born with a hack-saw through a trap door Dizzee got a cheek and not much more Whats that? violence? what's that? war? Put him in a headlock, see if hes raw I cause arms house on the dancefloor Set trend, set standard, set score Spin that bottle, nah dash that bottle Talk tough but you ain't got no bottle Get strangled, get hold, get throttled Dizzee come old skool like Aristotle Blue-bottle flyin about in 6 zones Eyes right, hope its sticks out, collar bone We take girls from broken homes Big batty's, big breast, light skin-tones Its live-o (its live-o) its live-o (its live-o) its live-o Look, skank out (skank out) skank out (skank out) skank out (skank out) and jump about (movin') Didn't wanna listen, didn't wanna care Left that boy in a gutter somewhere When I talk live-o, when I talk rare I'll make you wish you were born elsewhere I gotta wash that girl out my hair She's old news, everyones been there No, we're not equal, no, we're not fair That girl's anything, she gets air That MC is dowd Tell 'em I said it and I said it real loud Goin' on rowdy, goin on rowd That boy tried it, that boy failed Sorry? pardon? what? Coulda got borred up, coulda got shot Gunman get gunned down on the spot Who's hot? who's a badboy? who's not? Its live-o (its live-o) its live-o (its live-o) its live-o Look, skank out (skank out) skank out (skank out) skank out (skank out) and jump about (we're movin now, Dizzee Rascal in this, ya get me, get me) |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Boy In Da Corner (2004)
Ah
It's not a love ting I will love you love you love (Chorus) Ain't no love ting here its just one big cycle here Ain't no friendship here its just one big cycle here Round, round, round we go Round, round, round we go Round, round, round we go If you love me, let me know Round, round, round we go Round, round, round we go Round, round, round we go if you love me, let me know (Verse 1) She used to love him, he used to love her She used to kiss him, he used to hug her Call it deep love or puppy love, they bunked off school. Now there's no flame, things not the same Looks like she changed, thinks this is some game He's left in the rain, tryin' to lay blame, took for a fool She moved on quick, he's still love sick She's not having it, thinks he's some prick He don't believe it, wants it just the way it was in school. He keeps callin' night and mornin', Break of evenin, break of dawnin' He keeps ringin' up, she keeps hangin' up, oh what a fool She is the best friend and the ex-girlfriend of her old school friend Who is the close friend of this best friend Best friend likes this boy called Blue Best friend loves him, best friend needs him But the ex-girlfriend of the old school friend Who is the close friend of his best friend likes him too So the ex-girlfriend of the old school friend Who is the close friend of his best friend Sits with best friend who by now has slept with Blue Now the ex-girlfriend don't want to pretend that She ain't slept with that boy Blue Coz he was a friend of her ex man too Listen (Chorus) Ain't no love ting here its just one big cycle here Ain't no friendship here its just one big cycle here Round, round, round we go Round, round, round we go Round, round, round we go If you love me, let me know Round, round, round we go Round, round, round we go Round, round, round we go if you love me, let me know (Verse 2) I'll wreck any girl, check any girl, like expect any girl Rarely reject any girl, sex any girl, I'll just select any girl, Black girl, white girl, mixed race girl, bigged bum, big tits Pretty face girl, Mauritius, Asian, Chinese girl, Keep it I do kiss but don't tell, We do big pimpin', late night daylight, big pimpin Why you laughing, that you're bra I'm blinkin That's a quick juicin', it's no love ting Just bend her over and I leave her limpin' No lips in that, that's not interestin' No cuddling, coz I'm not caring And no talkin just straight to the thing Coz (Chorus) Ain't no love ting here its just one big cycle here Ain't no friendship here its just one big cycle here Round, round, round we go Round, round, round we go Round, round, round we go If you love me, let me know Round, round, round we go Round, round, round we go Round, round, round we go if you love me, let me know (Verse 3) What's all this love ting talk? Holdin' hands everywhere that you walk? She turned you both out and now you lick toes And she's not faithful, everybody knows. She keeps sayin' that she loves you What made you think that was true? Just let her beggers walk through I guarantee that'll be the end of you Look, shall we say that that girl's the boom ting man But she's trouble, she'll make your head spin man Slow down back off the love ting man You don't wanna be left hurtin man Cut the sweet talk, it ain't workin man And move on, she's already deserted man You ain't the first, you won't be her last man You feel worse, you're goin too fast man. |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Boy In Da Corner (2004)
Dizzee: Who's that who's that who's that?
Girl: The dopest, flyest OG pimp hustler, gangster player hardcore motherfucker living today. To be honest I'm totally and completely on his dick. And you know this man! Verse 1: It's the return of Dizzee Rascal Dem bwoi nah ready yet trend dat u never set. Silence silence silence dat. stop that start that get that. Yeah you know, Going on dirty going on stank. Yo Roll deep with these, put these MC's on deep freeze, Hit these Whitney's and rip these, Come like Busta we flip these, So Please Don't rap with these, fearless, angry, sick MC's Don't like Christine's or Britney's, Lala's or Tinky Winky's And this one strictly for pick these? Old school afro dry white beats Barclays Halifax we stick these, Endless gunshots we lick these Trick these CID's with ease, touch mic MC's jump like fleas Playa haters get chopped like trees, a boy rascal to a boy in histories Chorus: It seems to be cars, (and) cash (and) girls (and) heads, and manners on the flames better keep your eye out for them feds It seems to be phones (and) bling (and) raves (and) weed (and) pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed It seems to be DJ's, (and) MC's, (and) Gold rings, (and) Nikes we roll deep for the money we don't want no technicalities It seems to be love (and) war (and) hate (and) life harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life! Verse 2 So far from clean, play kiss chase with your aunt Maureen Get rhymes get heard get seen Dizzee run tings like Idi Armin Keep vigilant keep on guard, we chuck grenades at Scotland Yard Retard get kicked out real hard, leave death threats in your birthday card. Oh my days what is he like? Dizzee.com Dizzee.bust mic World wide web./east end, Dizzee.com jack your girlfriend! Co.uk at the stopper, Bare-foot Pimp.holler Frank Frasier .lyrical tank, Dizzee.com/going on stank Chorus: It seems to be cars, (and) cash (and) girls (and) heads, and manners on the flames better keep your eye out for them feds It seems to be phones (and) bling (and) raves (and) weed (and) pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed It seems to be DJ's, (and) MC's, (and) Gold rings, (and) Nikes we roll deep for the money we don't want no technicalities It seems to be love (and) war (and) hate (and) life harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life! Verse 3 Ding dong, its on, fake MC's wanna sing my song Wanna test hurry up bring it on; wanna take me for a mong? (Nar that's wrong) Hit em with the Jeet Kun Do, like key low blow leave bullet holes in the moschinos clothes hot like where the weed grows, carry condoms for the hoes Back front inside out, Dizzee got the floor to make a boy white out Six foot deep you could never climb out, I smoke the weed till my mum finds out Front back outside in, bare-foot kids living on ging-seng Love makin? nah doggy-styling, in a dark park where the dark come in. Chorus: It seems to be cars, (and) cash (and) girls (and) heads, and manners on the flames better keep your eye out for them feds It seems to be phones (and) bling (and) raves (and) weed (and) pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed It seems to be DJ's, (and) MC's, (and) Gold rings, (and) Nikes we roll deep for the money we don't want no technicalities It seems to be love (and) war (and) hate (and) life harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life! |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Boy In Da Corner (2004)
(Dizzee talking)
Laid back Still live-o, get me? Tryin' a do my best man (clear) We're real round here Get me Wiley? Roll Deep on live Uh, live-o Look Yo, I'm just sitting here, I ain't saying much I just think And my eyes don't move left or right they just blink I think too deep, and I think too long Plus I think I'm getting weak cos my thoughts are too strong I'm just sitting here, I aint saying much I just gaze I'm looking in to space while my CD plays I gaze quite a lot, in fact I gaze always And if I blaze, then I just gaze always my days Cos it's the same old story, shutters, runners, cats and money stacks And it's the same old story, ninja bikes, gun fights and scary nights And it's the same old story, window tints and gloves for finger prints Yeah it's the same old story, police investigate around the area Cos it was only yesterday we was playing football in the streets It was only yesterday none of us could ever come to harm It was only yesterday life was a touch more sweet Now I'm sitting here thinking wagwan. (Get me wagwan) I'm just sitting here, I'm just sitting here, Yo.. I'm just sitting here, yeah I'm just sitting here, yeah I'm just sitting here, I ain't saying much I just watch I really don't feel like moving so I cotch I watch all around, I watch every detail I watch so hard I'm scared my eyes might fail I'm just sitting here, I ain't saying much I just smile It's funny cos I haven't bust a smile for a while I'll smile for a minute, and I'm smiling for an hour I'm scared cos it's sweet, but it could turn sour Cos it's the same old story, chung intelligent yaps in hospie flats And it's the same old story, benefit claims and cheques in false names And it's the same old story, students truent, learn the streets fluent Yeah it's the same old story, strange, there's no sign of positive change Cos it was only yesterday, we was standing firmly on our feet It was only yesterday, girls were innocent they kept us calm It was only yesterday, there was less bobbies on the beat Now I'm sitting here thinking wagwan. (Wagwan, wagwan) I'm just sitting here, I'm just sitting here, Yo.. I'm just sitting here, yeah I'm just sitting here, yeah I'm just sitting here I aint saying much I'm just vex (shame) I seen a lot of bullshit, wondering what's next I'm vex at humanity, vex at the earth I keep getting vex, till I think what's the worth? I'm just sitting here, I aint saying much I feel to cry I'm sitting here depressed and I don't know why I try to pull myself together, tell myself fix up And I keep myself from bawling but my eyes they erupt Cos it's the same old story, crazy boys keep getting on my nerves And it's the same old story, police don't give me no peace Yeah, it's the same old story, friends slowly drifting from the ends Yeah, it's the same old story, I've sussed, there's nobody I can trust Cos it was only yesterday after school we'd come outside and meet It was only yesterday, it was all love back then It was only yesterday, every sunny day was a treat Now I'm sitting here thinking wagwan. (wagwan wagwan) I'm just sitting here, I'm just sitting here, Yo.. I'm just sitting here, yeah I'm just sitting here, yeah, I'm just sitting here. |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Boy In Da Corner (2004)
stop dat, start dat, get dat, what?
been there, done that, had that, what? he's got a nokia I take that, what? rude mouth, loud mouth, watch that, what? pretty girl, buff girl, doggy that, what? Dizzee Rascal's on the format what? bad man dem get a backslap what? I call the shots like topcat what? jack them, stack them, gun that, what? im a rude boy gonna prove that, what? boy in da corner im that, what? new skool, lyrical book get, what? best friend, soul mate, whats that, what? girlfriend, wifey, ban that, what? you can't know me, know that, what? dedications we show that, what? chuckin mc's like stones bad boy forever like sean puffy combs inside outside runnin all zones set trends get girls like to bone break bones get housed wifey's home yeah his wifey wont leave me alone that boys arrogant send for the chrome come barefoot like fred flintstone you a big one? come bring it out butterfly knife come along fling it out when you just do it old skool swing it out I suggest you best start bringing out whos that, whats that, boy dem about? yeah man kick man start spreadin out kidnap takin rascal ???? ??????? get burnt out boys, girls, start movin, c'mon, girls, boys start movin, alright, don't stop, don't stop, 'til it's hurting c'mon, don't stop, don't stop, 'til your bleeding alright, boy, girls start shucksin, c'mon girls, boys start shucksin, alright, don't stop, don't stop, 'til it's hurting c'mon, don't stop, don't stop, 'til your bleeding alright boys, girls, start movin, c'mon, girls, boys start movin, alright, don't stop, don't stop, 'til it's hurting c'mon, don't stop, don't stop, 'til your bleeding alright, boy, girls start shucksin, c'mon girls, boys start shucksin, alright, don't stop, don't stop, 'til it's hurting c'mon, don't stop, don't stop, 'til your bleeding alright, got a screw face all night all day, screw face keeps brotha's at bay, screw face means keep well away, stay away , screw face means get out my way, screw face means you don't know me, what you looking at? wats your beef? screw face means im not having it, screw face means im not a chief, screw face means im not happy right now thats why no smile was used. screw face means im not pleased, screw face means im not amused, screw face means I just wanna walk not talk, screw face means I just wanna leave, when I activate ma screw face, gimme space screw face means let me breathe, I got sick flows makin mc's have to walk on his tip toes, life aint always like that, I said s*** bows, you know we're going on black coz we're blick bro's I and I cant be seen with these sick hoes where did I stay last night? I think his chick knows ????????? kick toes your girl's the same as all bimbos, freaks and nymphos I got an idea; make dough thats what I mean bang here, nike here, get all da paper for tha whole year you can bring drama cos ive got no fear and ma head feels so clear move to the mic mc's are like oh dear some cat's catchin me up but theyre not near not ever not now or not here way too hot hear (rave sounds) look, yo girls ladies, do the butterfly, shake your batty low, shake your batty high, dont ask me, who, where, when or why, wanna see your batty right up to the sky. girls ladies, do the butterfly, shake your batty low, shake your batty high, dont ask me, who, where, when or why, wanna see your batty right up to the sky. |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Boy In Da Corner (2004)
i'm showin u my life more deep than u think
at nites I get a little less sleep than u think somethin keeps me up I cant even get a wink and theres no point in tryin so I lay there n blink i'm showin u I feel more stress than u see but my business is my business and I keep it all to me i've done a lot of work for u to see me where I be but lately I sense u dont wanna set me free and lately there's been controversy around my name but fuck u cuz I aint playin ur game my attitude my language they aint used to it but I aint uk garage so get used to it cuz I was raised an only child not a brother not a sis raised around hate not a hug not a kiss before this I was jus a failure in the mist and I made it through the fog I cant let u take the piss I dont wana get vexed n I dont wana lose my cool but I aint gona let that boy come round try n take me for no fool I aint gona let that boy come round i'm reachin for my tool I aint gona let that boy get flash i'll smash his head on the wall I dont wana get vexed and I dont wana lose my rag but I aint gona let that boy come round try n take me for no slag I aint gona let that boy come round runnin his gums ur mad cant be havin him think i'm fake i'll make his family sad I do the fuck wot I want thats how I got here and i'll be damned if I let u fussys interfere and if I had my way u wont even get near I dont need ur help do I make myself clear I know it sounds rude thats because its meant to be I try to be the rudest boy in this industry aint 2 faced and I aint one to blow if I dont like u then i'll tell u to ur ?? I dont know wot u want I dont know wot u expect but if I dont know u dont ask me for respect I dont give it easily I dont give it much and I aint got a heart so dont eva try n talk all these peeps runnin round like owe them but before I got big I didnt even kno them i'll be doin this for a whole lotta years and i'll be standin straight when the smoke clears I dont wana get vexed n I dont wana lose my cool but I aint gona let that boy come round try n take me for no fool I aint gona let that boy come round i'm reachin for my tool I aint gona let that boy get flash i'll smash his head on the wall I dont wana get vexed and I dont wana lose my rag but I aint gona let that boy come round try n take me for no slag I aint gona let that boy come round runnin his gums ur mad cant be havin him think i'm fake i'll make his family sad i'm the type of boy that takes the bump wiv the grind i'm the type of boy to take ur girl from behind i'm the type of boy ur girl wants me to be, she told me I dont act the prettiest cuz it dont suit me u could hurry up and u could even shoot me but if ur girls lettin off then its my duty I aint tryina keep ur wifey truthly but it aint my fault ur girlfriends a groupie be careful wot u ask for u could change ur mind and wot u lookin for u wont like wot u find if u lookin for the gossip if ur lookin for the chat i'll remind u that curiousity killed the cat plus ur tellin lies n they spreadin like the plague what else can I do except keep myself made I dont kno why these girls are tryin to attack me but i'm a rude boy I won't let nobody track me I dont wana get vexed n I dont wana lose my cool but I aint gona let that boy come round try n take me for no fool I aint gona let that boy come round i'm reachin for my tool I aint gona let that boy get flash i'll smash his head on the wall I dont wana get vexed and I dont wana lose my rag but I aint gona let that boy come round try n take me for no slag I aint gona let that boy come round runnin his gums ur mad cant be havin him think i'm fake i'll make his family sad |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Boy In Da Corner (2004)
Love talks to everyone
Love talks to everyone Love talks to everyone, money talks more Love talks to everyone, money talks more Love talks to everyone, money talks more I could'nt be a cheif, money ,money money, Love talks to everyone, money talks more I could'nt be a cheif I couldnt be a cheif Big shout to the boy who thinks hes a dappa Your looking at your jewellery thinking your a dappa Now your round your way tryin say your a dappa I'll stop you in your midst with a blitz von clapper Big shout to the boy who thinks hes a don Your looking at your air threats thinking your a don Your in your area with your friends your a don Ill catch you by yourself make your health full gone Big shout to the boy who thinks hes a scopse Your looking at your half ounce thinking your a scopse Your always walking round tryin sound like a scopse But make no mistake your a fake dizzy knows Big shout to the boy who thinks hes a G Your looking at your fake watch thinking your a G I see you stratford rex trying flex like a G Looking for your gat she was sat next to me You could be a dappa you could be a don but I dont watch your face I dont care where your from Show me what your on Wheres your cash wheres your won [x2] You could be a scopse you could be a G But pass anythin it dnt matter to me Show me what your on Wheres your cash wheres your won [x2] Big shout to the girl who thinks shes a diva Your at your dressing table thinking your a diva But steady tryin walk tryin talk like a diva But now you just wonder and under acheiver Big shout to the girl who thinks shes a devil Your looking for a way to cause harm like a devil Your sitting in your yard talking hard like a devil Cold bit a gold digger lookin for a medal Big shout to the girl who thinks shes a swingers Your getting up your gums to da boys like a swingers Your chattin to a brare You dont care your a swingers Now your on the floor reading war for beginners Big shout to the girl who thinks its a game Your always chatting air musta been like a game You chat the dizzy man rude like a game Dont make me have to skitz keep Your lips from my name You could be a dappa you could be a don but I dont watch your face I dont care where your from Show me what your on Wheres your cash wheres your won [x2] You could be a scopse you could be a G But pass anythin itdont matter to me Show me what your on Wheres your cash wheres your won [x2] I heard you gotta a problem with me? Rude boy listen Why you tryin make enemies? Rude boy listen Go and get your street family Rude boy listen Ill be waiting patiently Rude boy listen Got stop chattin my name Rude girl check it Any little way of getting fame rude girl check it Me and your man aint the same Rude girl check it You aint got no shame rude girl check it I love girls and Money money money I got watched faced I watched Money money money I worked real hard for the Money money money And in the paper chase for the Money money money Im from the streets of I couldnt be a cheif Got girls on my case so I couldnt be a cheif If its arms we can meet cos I couldnt be a cheif I put u in ur place cos I couldnt be a cheif You could be a dappa you could be a don but I dont watch your face I dont care where your from Show me what your on Wheres your cash wheres your won [x2] You could be a scopse you could be a G But pass anythin itdnt matter to me Show me what your on Wheres your cash wheres your won [x2] You could be a dappa I couldnt be a cheif [x3] |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Stand Up Tall [single] (2004)
Raskit, boy in the corner I still roll deep young star gimmee the beat and let me prove
London city forever you're not a still creep aint no stopping me never you best move Live o ghetto record with no redemption world wide critics acclaim my big moves Showtime main event you can't beef me dizzee ras hotter than Nelly I can't lose East side boy make da paper rise neva met anyone like the safeheart guys Big up my north west south east types every section where my connection lies East side boy made the crowd go loops never had a desire for chinese zoots Big up my midland up north troops Get your backs up backs up back off the wall Sounds of the young star dizzee rascal Don't give it half hearted give it all Pull your socks up and stand up tall Backs up backs up back off the wall Sounds of the young star dizzee rascal Don't give it half hearted give it all pull your socks up and stand up tall Can't run the marathon without trainin or stretch the ass hole without straining Too much hype not enough brain in whole lotta money little maintaining Whole lotta complaining no plan little more no less done ten grand Blingin ice sitting nice in your hand too much platinum not enough land East side boy make da paper rise neva met anyone like the safeheart guys Big up my Ireland Scotland types every section where my connection lies Eastside boy made the crowd go loops never had a desire for Chinese zoots Big up my Europe USA troops Get your backs up backs up back off the wall Sounds of the young star dizzee rascal Don't give it half hearted give it all pull your socks up and stand up tall Backs up backs up back off the wall Sounds of the young star dizzee rascal Don't give it half hearted give it all pull your socks up and stand up tall To my eastside crew,get paper, To my Westside crew get paper, To my southside crew get paper, I tell da playa hater c u later, To my northside crew get paper, To my midlands crew get paper, To my up north crew get paper, I tell da playa hater c u later, Dizzee rascal the loudest finest dirtiest grimiest most hot dirty stank London stand up tall Don't be silly cover your milli I'm like billy Don't be dumb cover your gun I aint fun When I come I come ere to stun you get bunned Mid night all day like fight dog fight You don't really wanna be dizzee I'll get busy You don't really want me t pop I'll get fizzy Real fizzy bill up a zoot we smoke whizzy He knows she knows we're tough negroes Forever ready and I'll be ready forever You don't wanna try ting I'll put holes in your leather So please never ever try to be clever I'll be wetting mc's like rainy weather Too the two faced nigga screw faced laced in get chased n get placed in a bin Getta slicing batterin workin dizzy boy don't stop till it's hurtin Get your Backs up backs up back off the wall Sounds of the young star dizzee rascal Don't give it half hearted give it all pull your socks up and stand up tall Backs up backs up back off the wall Sounds of the young star dizzee rascal Don't give it half hearted give it all pull your socks up and stand up tall |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Off 2 Work / Graftin’ [single] (2005) | |||||
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from Dizzee Rascal - Off 2 Work / Graftin’ [single] (2005) | |||||
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from Dizzee Rascal - Showtime (2005)
How am I gonna pull this off man with out soundin' dark?
This, this is too sensibly for me man How you gonna have a dream come true? I use to dream 'bout crazy little things like fame, in the days hangin' outside the off-license. We use to run around the streets reckless with no shame, mainly up too no good A whole world a nonsense and when the girls walk by, we would try to catch their eye And if they ain't a show face, we would act immature ova people Tryed to tap me girl since I was a kid, a couple west girls on my radar, I was raw And I was dead sure that I knew it all, whole world against me Attitude I nearly blew it all, I find it a real big struggle, gettin' thru it all I swear I didn't wanna listen cuz I sure didn't care, Not know if a reality I'd have to prepare, cuz money don't grow on no stick when it's rare Me own bro was lukin' less than less the lick, plus I was growin' up, life was lukin like a scare How you gonna have a dream come true? I use to love music. It was like my hidden hobbie, but I couldn't get on local radio back then, So I went to north London, I travelled to Tottenham to be precise And got some air time on Heat FM, then it escalated. I was gettin' ratings here and there and carried on until eventually I was everywhere I started doin all the hot spots; Ministry, Ceaser's Palace, P Area Tannin MCs, I did the grim and the glamour, I did the port and the plush, I didn't hang around, I wanted my money in a rush, Mind frame in the studio, dis stage no time to chat I didn't wanna engage I found my self a new hussel, it was beautiful and non like the one before a bit more suitable, The more challenging it got the more I fought it Made an album, over a 100,000 people bought it, thank you. Talk 'bout things you like, to, do How you gonna have a dream come true? To all the youngers cotching in the stairs in the flats To the super star soccerlings, Beckham in the makings, you can go far If you put your mind to it, you're a star Don't wait to be told, just do it, Try and keep school in your plans, don't worry bout ur mans They'll be there in the end if you're real If they ain't, don't be makin' no effort to impress You're fine the way you are, just do what you feel Young baby mothers, yo I got your back as well, Young baby fathers ,hold it down for your girl, I ain't tryin' to preach but for what it's worth (what it's worth) That kid's the next generation, planet Earth, Big shout to the world cuz I been all around (all around) When I'm gone, I'm always thinkin' 'bout my home town, I'm from the LDN, no forgettin' that, and the big uk I stay reppin' that! How you gonna have a dream come true? Hey you love that, tell me you don't love that |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Showtime (2005)
I ain't on a high ting (Nah!!)
Jus out here tryin' to do da right thing And even though you know I don't mind fightin' all I want is cash,money like lightning You know I.... Gota get that dough! I ain't rampin' Gotta get that dough! Damm right Gota get that dough! I ain't rampin' Gota get that dough! Straight up! (uha) taste, charisma stylee we got plenty Cruisin' in the Punto on the way to Bentley Evidently far from gently eatin' up da road We act immaturely in a hurry to be old Infact we'll leave you poorly catch a beatin' like a cold Go ahead profile and flex like you're big, bad and bold Go ahead go round your next to get hit, had and showed Stay out the paper chase Floppy fella's fold Neglect da rules, expect da codes, follow the guide lines Life's been ugly so far but these are fine times I write below the belt above average fine rhymes I always tried to be a star my city saw the signs I try not to be stupid with my fame But constantly I sense fassies bein' clever wiv my name Indirectly call my name like they're callin' my bluff So sadly I often sense the need to get rough. I'm here, there, I'm everywhere I can't be seen, I'm all over Ya nah wat I mean!?! I'm here, there, I'm everywhere I can't be seen, It's all over Ya nah wat I mean!?! I'm here, there, I'm everywhere I can't be seen, I'm all over Ya nah wat I mean!?! I'm here, there, I'm everywhere I can't be seen, so move over Ya nah wat I mean!?! Fulla strife, that's life Deal wiv how bad it is Reminisce, reflect, revise on how bad it coulda been Abuse time and find out how mad it is Time waits for nobody handle your biz Extortionists would love to man-handle this I'm ignorant, refuse to understand what extortion is Jack me and get what? Jack me and get where? Get zilch times zero, times nofin' plus air! Yea I'm way beyond care Hate me or love me try not to stare Your thoughts and your opinions try not to share I show interest on an occasion that is rare Plus I ain't in the hype, I'm above it and I cause it Can't put a stop to da track but I can pause it So play your role Act tuff put on your show I'll let da ratchet be your audience Bullets will applaud it!!! I'm here, there, I'm everywhere I can't be seen, I'm all over Ya nah wat I mean!?! I'm here, there, I'm everywhere I can't be seen, It's all over Ya nah wat I mean!?! I'm here, there, I'm everywhere I can't be seen, I'm all over Ya nah wat I mean!?! I'm here, there, I'm everywhere I can't be seen, so move over Ya nah wat I mean!?! My name is Dizzee Dizz I handle my biz My spreaders talkin' gangsta don't know what a gangsta is (Tut) They ain't ready yet, I don't claim a set But if you test I'll leave you wiv something you will regret I'm five ten slim, chocolate skin I'll punch you in your nostrils, I'll punch you in your chin But I ain't mad I'm a lovely lad I'll give you the loveliest beatin' that you've ever had Rude boy, home boy better chill You know I don't watch no face cause I'm real I don't care if your sick I don't care if your I'll My foot will add a nice frill to your ice-grill! Son dun-duddy I don't find shit funny If you ever try and go against the flow of my money Word is bun, what's really good I'm really hood Take this song as a caution you really should I'm here, there, I'm everywhere I can't be seen, I'm all over Ya nah wat I mean!?! I'm here, there, I'm everywhere I can't be seen, It's all over Ya nah wat I mean!?! I'm here, there, I'm everywhere I can't be seen, I'm all over Ya nah wat I mean!?! I'm here, there, I'm everywhere I can't be seen, so move over Ya nah wat I mean!?! Try copy we, hit her wit da G, condo energy Lyrical tank, lyrical pedigree bust da doggy on the girl Emily How bad they wanna try copy we? Hit em' wit da G, condo energy Lyrical tank, lyrical pedigree Dizzee Rascal from the big LD! Hey Yo! Do ya hear me? Hey Yo! Do ya hear me? Gota get that dough Gota get that dough Gota get that dough Hey Yo! Gota get that dough |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Showtime (2005)
Let's talk about over excited boys on the road,
Said he knows Slimzee, Maxwell, God's Gift, Said he knows Plake, said he knows Ace. Couldn't get a real name for themselves, Living off reflected glory, living off face, Who break all street on every area code, Claims he's tight wiv mega man, Cool with Romeo, cousin of Kaish, Said he knows Neeko, Breder, Hype Said he had lunch at Lethal's place, As he looks for the face, I look for a way to move him clearly outta my face, Backstage with the N.A.S.T.Y crew Where I asked him to get out of my FACE, Then I get a live late night phone call And I leave him there, Hopes for the face receiving air, Pissed 'cause its gone past business hours on the clock this, So they could look good and tell tales, It's all jiggy and we look like pals, 20 missed calls is total, plus 8 voicemails, 'bout 14 messages People cant take hints and messages, and the message is leave me alone. Number don't look local, this is why I don't answer the phone, U look like a real top boi when the gurls look Big bold capitals, front page People got a problem, act like I used to make dub-plates for them, And I can be the next big star in your phone book |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Showtime (2005)
Deep -- Roll Deep through the depths of my mind...
Deep -- Roll Deep through the depths of my mind... Deep-de-deep Roll Deep through the depths of my mind... Lord knows what I'll find when I re-re-rewind Deep-- Roll Deep through the depths of my mind... Deep-de-deep Roll Deep through the depths of my mind... 'Cause I deep-- Roll Deep through the depths of my mind... Lord knows what I'll find when I reach 'Cause I've got so much to say.. in so little time.. In such a short space, I've got so much to do.. But if I can't find a way around, I'll find a way across And if I can't find a way across, I'll bore straight through.. I find myself in a pickle.. this music ain't fickle.. Surrounded by big dawgs and I consider them lickle.. As they crash the particle.. the other giants.. I might apply some knowledge and wait for a ripple.. On my shoulder is a ripple Some love it.. some hate the idea of (no idea) Squeeze a dollar from a nickle.. |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Showtime (2005)
Yeah, oi
What up man, what are ya this week? He thinks he's rough, and he's always got a screw-face He's stush and he thinks he's heavy I've heard, I've heard it all man That's the same thing, that's the same shit I can't believe it I'm just being me I work... I'm not doing cos I got the money or cos I'm famous This is what I was, you get me? (You know my face, I've been everywhere I swear to you) You can say I'm too rude, you can say I think I'm heavy You can say I think I'm all that, I've heard it all already You can say I think I'm rough, you can say you can't wait 'Till the day you meet me face to face and swear to set me straight You can say I sound whack, you can say I'm overrated You can slag me off to every female I've ever dated You can say I'm kinda meek, you can say I'm just a prick Just say you what you want and what you will but say it quick [CHORUS] Cos I'm flyin, I ain't got time You must be makin' moves, why you watchin' mine? You got so much to say about my grime You must be up there, I see you up there Cos I'm flyin, I ain't got time You must be makin' moves, why you watchin' mine? You got so much to say about my grime You must be up there, I see you up there, yeh? You can I'm arrogant, you should probably say I'm vain You can say my head swole since I see a little fame You can say I left the hood, my success was a mistake You can say I'm under pressure, you can say I'm bound to break You can never say I'm fake, cos I always keep it real You can say "so wot?" I can say "so chill" You can say I'm too cheeky, you can say I make you sick Just say what you want and what you will but say it quick [CHORUS] Cos I'm flyin, I ain't got time You must be makin' moves, why you watchin' mine? You got so much to say about my grime You must be up there, I see you up there Cos I'm flyin, I ain't got time You must be makin' moves, why you watchin' mine? You got so much to say about my grime You must be up there, I see you up there, yeh? Fellas acting bitchy lately quite unsurprisingly They would love to cut my face but they just cock their eyes at me Like little ladies would you wish you could express yourself with violence Silence is your best option, best keep your feelings stealth And they're wondering if I'm gonna laugh, I'm saying don't worry I weren't invited here, I ain't leavin in a hurry So any preconceptions that you've got of me, forget them Please don't let 'em, confuse you -- I'm gully And rude, and blatant, no time, in a hurry, impatient Don't make no more inquiries, fuck you is my only statement The only answer I'm about to give you: Fuck you and whoever came with you Fuck them and anybody related, fuck about, get me frustrated Cos I ain't the type to hype and rare Hope I scare em, make 'em fear me I'm pretty certain you're not near me There's no need for that I'm taking time, away from the pen and pad and grime serious grime Leave the microphone alone, strap and spray some verses with the 9 [CHORUS] Cos I'm flyin, I ain't got time You must be makin' moves, why you watchin' mine? You got so much to say about my grime You must be up there, I see you up there Cos I'm flyin, I ain't got time You must be makin' moves, why you watchin' mine? You got so much to say about my grime You must be up there, I see you up there, yeh? Rascit... won't change for no one, ever I'm me, I've been me Dapper, rapper, jacker, whateva' I don't play, swear to you |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Showtime (2005)
[Intro: Dizzee Rascal]
To each n every kind, (London ghetto, Birmingham ghetto) Every ghetto frame of mind, (Manchester ghetto, Newton ghetto) To each 'n' every kind, (Leeds ghetto, Liverpool ghetto) Every ghetto frame of mind, (UK ghetto, East London ghetto) To each of every kind, (North London ghetto, West London ghetto,) Wiv a ghetto frame of mind, (South London ghetto) To each 'n' every kind, It's rasket, wiv a ghetto frame of mind, Look yo [Verse One: Dizzee Rascal] We grew up in da ghetto, where summertime's short Straight action, you don't stop for a thought Most use crime as a way to pay the bills The unlucky ones end up gettin' caught We grew up in da ghetto, where the goin' gets rough Money's been around, but it's never been enough Most ain't given no choice but to hustle Some break down when the going gets tough Deep in da manna, there's all kinds of different people Minorities still struggle to be equal So many characters, four main types The good, the bad, the ugly, 'n' the evil Deep in da manna, where da poverty's visible There's not a lot sweet, so most look miserable Most cave in to the devil, took the wrong path Some kept their faith, 'n' still pray for a miracle Soccer stars emerge from da curb Up 'n' comin' MCs struggle to be heard Boy dem, dey searchin' for da next jailbird Fuck, talk, murder 'n' they live by their word Shotters keep da money goin' round Kids go astray, most never get found I've noticed there's a ghetto in every town 'N' the skies are empty, because da stars are on da ground [Chorus: Vanya] Sometimes I'm lost, look up at the sky Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by Sometimes I'm lost, askin' myself why Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by [Verse Two: Dizzee Rascal] We grew up in the ghetto, saw real life pain Real life struggle, wiv real life strain Real life kiddies, wiv real life guns 'N' real life mothers lose real life sons Gang wars erupting on the dance floor Seasons, Beef after beef, jus' to be da top geezers, Big arm slash, hit da Stratford bricks Ghetto high brudas, gotta maintain reps What's that all about, I ask my self before I swing More time, I'm beefin' over any little thing Beef in any area, region or vicinity My ghetto frame of mind makes me prone to hostility To many brethrens locked up, too many young baby mothers Each 'n' every crew n colour, ghetto sisters and brothers If you know your from da slums, keep reppin' no doubt Stay ghetto if you must, just remember to get out [Chorus: Vanya] Sometimes I'm lost, look up at the sky Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by Sometimes I'm lost, askin' myself why Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by Sometimes I feel to cry, look up at the sky, get by |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Showtime (2005)
Yo I dunno, Marga Man, wit tha rasket, Dizzee Rascal
Walking through the club doors, make way, make space Make some more yo 'n' gettin' all the girls Think der set, they don't know, they stink of sweat It's Marga Man, Dizzee Rascal As I get past the bouncers, walk to the dancefloor, Onto the stage, am blastin', I've been blessed tonight on the sight With all these beautiful beenies dancing Am normally placed in front of a crowd Who push up their face and stare and just stand, But thank god tonight, it's a totally different affair I'm so excited and delighted, Almost feel to take ma hat off to these beenies Who excite me by the way they shake their back off It's amazing the way you lower urself and rise again,, It's amazing, I feel the type to pick up the mike and rise again Yo we got girls in the north, girls in the south, Girls in the east, girls in the west Yo big batties, big breasts, So much gash no time to rest Straight to the ting, no time to caress, Sex, we don't settle for less Shines, we don't settle for less No long time thing coz we don't like stress Girls shake ya battys high, guys who can give it her Not got no hair to shine like me We don't have to fight, we could dance all night Shake ya batty to the left, shake ya batty to the right Girls shake ur batties high, guys who gonna give it her Not got no hair to shine like me We don't have to fight, we could dance all night Can you bang it to the left, can you bang it to the right Yo I'm 'avin it tonight This big bumpa slapped me in the eye, Don't make me cry It's so crazy, got some hot chicks And this old lady, it's so gravy, It's so orange man these girls are hot like porridge Erm, excuse me we're gonna 'ave to get rid of you Why, you're here, but your bumper's still in the queue, Oh coo ya shout girls all ova England Mitey grips states of kingdom wer? Kingdom rest tonite And individually left to right 'cause you see tonight gonna be a gyalist 'n' 'ave bad girls smokin' ma trellece, you kno' wot I'm sayin' Fight ya nuts me am tryin' to forget Yo we got girls in the north, girls in the south Girls in the east, girls in the west Yo big batties, big breasts, So much gash, no time to rest Straight to the ting, no time to caress, Sex, we dont settle for less, Shines, we don't settle for less No long time thing coz we don't like stress Girls shake ya battys high, guys who can giv' it her Not got no hair to shine like me We don't have to fight, we could dance alnight, Shake ya batty to the left, shake ya batty to the right Girls shake ur batties. guys who can give it her Not got no hair to shine like me We don't have to fight, we could dance alnight Shake ya batty to the left, shake ya batty to the right Yo wots all the rampin' n bettin' about I could be givin' u the fitness, I'm wettin' u out Gimme one chance, we can dance under the seats Cardiovascular sweatin', you out no escape No lettin' you out, not rape, not at all, Jus workin' u out, I got my hands on ur hips 'Cause flips which makes me cockin' you out, rockin' you out Giv' a shout, giv' a scream now I know you're keen, I'll come clean, but I maintain skips on ya pussy lips Insane is the word to use when I penetrate I cause mass hysteria and pleasure Pain next best high to cocaine But I could offer you triple the buzz I'll call ma 'cause and we'll go again Yo we got girls in the north, girls in the south Girls in the east, girls in the west Yo big batties, big breasts, So much gash, no time to rest Straight to the ting, no touch, caress Sex, we dont settle for less Shines, we don't settle for less No love ting coz we don't like stress Girls shake ya batty high, guys who can give it her Not got no hair to shine like me We don't have to fight, we could dance alnight Shake ya batty to the left, shake ya batty to the right Girls shake ya batty high, guys who can give it her Not got no hair to shine like me We don't have to fight, we could dance alnight Shake ya batty to the left, shake ya batty to the right |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Showtime (2005)
[DIZZEE TALKING]
So what you thinkin' 'bout London city now aye, What'cha think you know ? Big Ben tells the time [BACKGROUND] East London, ghetto, west London, ghetto, north London ghetto, south London East London, ghetto, west London, ghetto, north London ghetto, south London [VERSE 1] I'm the London hustler, a golden grind, grind. Young hustlers we graft all the time, Dawn or dark, non stop UK walk. Yo as a hustler in the city before I came to stack Kord knows I got the devil on ma back It's a cold world, gotta stay on track Dog eat dog, others gain if you lack In the LDN, where I learn to attract Calm that, I can show you where it's at First things first, get a block 'n' a flat Next up, get a black hoodie and a hat Living in the big brother's camera view Giving my axe to the boys in blue Straight 5 years, getting caught, that's you Sitting in a cell, still wondering who couldn't keep quiet Now you're on a diet Mash potato, cauliflower and stew Pissed off with not a lot to do And the word on the street don't ever seem new And resisting arrest don't even seem true Endless hype, who do you believe? And will it ever relieve the loneliness at night Let's see if you remain convinced on And will it ever relieve the loneliness, let's see If you remain convinced, you might know full well The streets are like a few more marks, a couple more ranges Other than that, not a lot ever changes [CHORUS] Sky looks grey in London city We stay graftin', 'cos we're gritty Hustle hustle constantly, hustle hustle hustle constantly, Sky looks grey in London city We stay graftin', 'cos we're gritty Hustle hustle constantly, hustle hustle hustle constantly, [VERSE 2] I used to roll money up against the wall Didn’t ever wanna play hopscotch, well I'm clinical Parking life cos I'm dark in the white man's crotch And I've been doing this since Tamagotchigi Show anybody in my face, invadin' my space, I'll bring it on star, bring it on star, WATCH! I'll end your hours on the clock, I'll end your days You'll think I'm crazed when I give you the midnight rock End of sentence...full stop. Now what you gonna say about that, I'll put all your plans on lock Make you put all your mans on the spot I'm totally everything that you're not I'm totally mad, you’ve lost the plot To even consider getting me got, Carried off to a hospital block in shoc On the table, ready to operate, never mate, I dictate and relegate, who's heavyweight I'm king of the ring, make moves in any state LDN we do our thing [CHORUS] Sky looks grey in London city We stay graftin', 'cos we're gritty Hustle hustle constantly, hustle hustle hustle constantly, Sky looks grey in London city We stay graftin', 'cos we're gritty Hustle hustle constantly, hustle hustle hustle constantly, Damn right, yeah Young hustlers, London city stand up I'm a show you, its gritty out ere Yeah man serious... I swear to you, it ain't all teacups (nah man) Up in Buckingham Palace (nah man) I'm a show you how gritty it is out here (yeah man) Serious You gonna know You gonna understand It's Dizzee Rascal solo I'm ere, what Ghetto UK stand up Dizzee Rascal gi' us a bell! I swear to you... |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Showtime (2005)
Hype talk
Inside outside Ra ra ra Too many man talk nuff' bla bla Talk like Dizzee aint got a tempa' Hit em' wit da force like sky walker Inside outside Ra ra ra Too many man talk nuff' bla bla Talk like Dizzee aint got a tempa' Yo! Look! Dillan's on a hype now I see you doin' quite alright I see your video da other night How did he get a record deal Chattin' like he's super-real I see you roam around market On Saturday there you go Better Dillan days standin' in da park What's da word on da street Did he really slap her?!? Is true Wiley skipped da country left him?!? Did he punch Mega in da face for tryin' to test him?!? I know he won a mercury award and brought it back to da estate I know some broad's in da manner hate and frequently debate Da way he makes moves How's he steppin' is he reppin' Cause dey know he goes to Hackney And dey wonder what he's getting' Plus I know he had dat Wall St. gat Da other day I see him leavin' Natalie's flat He used to work dat south girl Da mouthy one What's his name's cousin Still I know a couple girls are on it I could name a dozen But he aint no player He be getting' all da gash Cause now dey know he's got a little Cash and a stash Dat will keep him looking' pretty for da future in a flash But little do dey know he's only looking' for da lash Cause Dillan's on a hype now! Got his face on his tee-shirt name on his trainers da edieah!!! He got a new era cap wit his logo My bredrin's saw him tryin' on tracksuits in soho I'm buyin' jackets from Benenni in LA I heard he went to broadway Limo drive him through Queens Is he livin' out his dream is he ballin' be truthful Cause he aint sittin' on da wall like he used to He was on a far tip at one point He used to peel on Volvo to take da flows to Bethal Green Next thing I hear him on da pirate radio scene He used to do deja writ an evil flavour Bought records off target and mix an a-Dub Then worked his way to A list It's funny cause da older's used to dismiss Dey never for a second anticipated this Not guts no glory Dillan took a risk took da piss now Fella's wanna act nigga If I reminisce on days when Dillan weren't all so crystal Dey know Dillan put da game on a twist and Dillan's on a hype now!!! Worldwide interviews and business trips Invitations to premiers and new flicks And all da chicks got his name on their lips But couple gunman kinda got him on da brain And also da couples wanna put him on frame Dey're constantly watchin' so he better maintain But he's getting' major money so he can't complain! Inside outside Ra ra ra Too many man talk nuff' bla bla Talk like Dizzee aint got a tempa' Hit em' wit da force like sky walker Inside outside Ra ra ra Too many man talk nuff' bla bla Talk like Dizzee aint got a tempa' Hit em' wit da force like sky walker |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Showtime (2005)
Imagine if I showed you one day I was leavin da hood,
Would you call me a sell out, would you say it's all good? Would you follow if you could? Or would you jus' tell me get da hell out? And imagine if I showed you that I'd found another way Of gettin' dough with out doin' dirt, let's blurt Would you love me for givin' you some hope? Or resent me 'cause your pride got hurt? Imagine if we never grew up on a council estate And was country manor raised, with a spoon in our mouth Would we still be makin' fuss about da east an' da south? Would we shiver at da robberies, murder an' da crack? And thank God that we didn't have to live like that Jus' an image on da TV as were comfortably sat sippin' wine Room lit by da summer sunshine, Not a worry in da world as we cash while we chat Oblivious to how we would be livin' on da flipside No experience, not a clude about a rough ride No harrassment, no boy dem on our back side That'd be amazin' still! But I know you wonder would it make you any less real? What's da current spot your standin' in offerin'? If you had a better offer, would you go for da kill? Snap out of your daydream, how do you feel? Does it all seem worthwhile for ya? Try an' put it in perspective Retrospective of your profile and your honour, Do you wanna hang about or are you a goner? Come along, think fast, decision time You've been livin' in da grime, don't you wanna climb? Da ladder of life, da wall of enlightenment Or are you looking for da hype an' excitement 'Cause there's so much drama in da LDN It's kinda hard tryin' to find legal money to spend Generation genocide look possible Da rate at which we drew up for da sken An' pretend that we don't know who da real enemy is, Who should we hold responsible, instead we offend A couple square metres of pavement in da endz, What would we achieve, my friends? |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Showtime (2005)
Knock, knock, who's there?
Dizzee Dizzee who? Ras, Anarchic-arse, killer MC force Knock, knock, who's there? Bad Bad who? Boy, I'm here to annoy, take away your joy Knock, knock, who's there? Jack Jack who? You You're not wiv your crew, what you gonna do? Knock, knock, who's there? Big Big who? Gun, point me to the sun, watch your fassy run Yo, I'm Dizzee Ras, nightmare from the big e-a-s-t I'm exactly what your parents don't wanna see on your TV I'm nasty, precisely, intimidate anyone that I choose Refuse to lose, express unlimited controversial views Your average boy or girl on the street might be familiar with my beat And/or familiar with my sound, I'm formerly from the underground And its clear, for a year I've been turnin' up the heat Made you get up an' outta your seat Shake your fists and shuffle your feet Let's make another thing clear They didn't burn me up enough, I'm still here So what was the purpose of your little charade? Your little charade was whack Just about hurt meh, You shoulda marked me up on a rampage now I'm back 5 stab wounds, couple scratchin', bruisin' and some (chains?) 4 half-hearted fassies, 4 borers, no brains Did it, two weeks before my album helped me sell double But let's not dwell on that, it's the least of your trouble Knock, knock, who's there? Dizzee Dizzee who? Ras, Anarchic-arse, killer MC force Knock, knock, who's there? Bad Bad who? Boy, I'm here to annoy, take away your joy Knock, knock, who's there? Jack Jack who? You You're not wiv your crew, what you gonna do? Knock, knock, who's there? Big Big who? Gun, point me to the sun, watch your fassy run Hey y'all considerin', the part I play, the position i'm in You wouldn't be expectin' me to say I prefer the day to nights when I gotta turn up and play-up Rip-off dusty sweaty cluttered raves Where the audience all screw-face and the promoters don't wanna pay And half o'the boys in the crowd wanna blast me And half o'the girls wanna show how little they care 'bout standin right there At the front tryin' a look right past me It gets depressin', thinkin' bout it even more Knowin' that i'm gonna face the usual hassle at the door Because as well as lippy hacks I hate cocky bouncers I ain't ere to rave i'm ere to get paid, look You search me up rough like I'm any common crook y name's on the flyer man, forget the guest book Abusin' your authority, you look like a fool You faulty standard underdog, you know you're old skool I ain't wearin' a shirt and shoes, so you don't think I look right But its cushty mate, I'm gettin paid more than you tonight Knock, knock, who's there? Dizzee Dizzee who? Ras, Anarchic-arse, killer MC force Knock, knock, who's there? Bad Bad who? Boy, I'm here to annoy, take away your joy Knock, knock, who's there? Jack Jack who? You You're not wiv your crew, what you gonna do? Knock, knock, who's there? Big Big who? Gun, point me to the sun, watch your fassy run |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Showtime (2005)
Like, who the fuck are you?
Yeah, who the fuck are you? Is it recordin', yeah? I come direct when I inject And I'm expecting your respect I'm a baller you've been chucked, I'm the kind of kid you can't protect ya know Out 'n' about I put my elbow in your mouf You're a fassy there's no doubt I bet my sword will make you shout I'm intense you best see sense, I'll have you hangin' from a fence Then I'll laugh at your expense And maybe chuck you 50 pence Snitch you make me switch you sound And look just like a bitch Whether you're poor or whether you're rich I'll leave you lyin' in the ditch Cause I'm from ragged raggo rags You wear raggo rags like me I'm ahead boy, I ain't in tune Rappin raggo rapidly We easily be the worst Bust academics first Batty crew m.c's get academicly reversed I'm academicly perverse Academicly perverted Batty crew mc's get academicly diverted Some return We clearly get burnt Get hurt, Until they realise they should academicly have flirted You don't want the beef you don't want the grime You ain't got the guts I ain't got the time But you can come to the man and get jacked Come to the man 'n' get pill Come to the man 'n' get shot Come to the man 'n' get killed We call it armsouse, armsouse, go 'n' get your crew If you can't back that armsouse, who the fuck are you? We call it armsouse, armsouse, go 'n' get your firm If they don't wanna listen, then we better make em learn Raised in the gutter I was told I should fight I create and cause confusion from the left to the right I'm sweet as a nut, i'm doin alright, cosy 'n' comfortable Still I try n avoid the sergeant, PC and the constable Raised in the gutter I was told I should bop I create and cause confusion from the bottom to the top I doin' ok, I will honestly say This year I'm flyin' through I could easily find myself in jail but I ain't tryin to I keep it clear in front, relax wid the pressure, I'm dirty, and I'm stank but ain't nobody fresher My haters make enquiries, make it obvious they care When it comes to my location they would love to be aware But I could be in the manor, could be overseas, Could well be definitely making peace Could be live at Wembley warmin' up for Jay-Z Still I'm definitely certain that you can't see me You don't want the beef, you don't want the grime You ain't got the guts, I ain't got the time But you can come to the man and get jacked Come to the man 'n' get pill Come to the man 'n' get shot Come to the man 'n' get killed We call it armsouse, armsouse, go 'n' get your crew If you can't back that armsouse, who the fuck are you? We call it armsouse, armsouse, go 'n' get your firm If they don't wanna listen, then you better make em learn |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Showtime (2005)
You people respect me, if it kills you
You people respect me, if it kills you You people respect me, if it kills you You people respect me, if it kills you You people respect me, if it kills you You people respect me, if it kills you You people respect me, if it kills you You people respect me, if it kills you Do it how they didn't wanna do it Now they wanna try and do it but I'm tellin them no I'm in a predicament with imitators Wanna take my style and have a bit of my flow All this copy cattin' on my lyrics that there chattin' Betta stop before the gunshot's blow Do you really want it coz I really wanna give it If you do just let me know And I show arrogance and elegance But no tolerance for nonsense I bring violence, I'm a nuisance Killer MC leave no evidence I've got brains and intelligence But no conscience, no innocence We roll in the darkened silence Represent us in any residence And I swing for your chin with no hesitense I'm a captain, ya betta bring your regiments And you're a failure, don't have no relevence I'm a champion, winner and a victor prick ya So not ready so 'til ya see ya soul Headed for the golden gates No really, you monkeys are playin' with apes Not guerilla warfare it's the coppers I carry this stick for Plus I've had enough of these Lil cheap comments from fake MCs Bad minders and skat ladies Talkin' about how it used to be Well it's a brand new day So leave me be I don't need you so don't need me Your opinion don't interest me Don't like me, that's fine by me Coz from Holly Street ta Hollywood, it's all good From New York ta York Hall, it's all cool You're a fool if ya think I'm gonna cease Now honestly could there really be peace It don't seem that way to tough Stop with the games I play too rough Must be smokin' too much puff Divert or be deceased UK rapper stabbed in Napa 'cause of gossip, 'cause of chatter He's still breathin', he's still a dapper Retaliate with gun clapper Truthfully, I can't see very well Don't flatter yourself, you're any girl Them boys shoulda sent me ta hell Now prepare for the beast You people gonna respect me Better make you respect me You people gonna respect me Better make you respect me You people gonna respect me Better make you respect me You people gonna respect me Better make you respect me You people are gonna respect me if it kills you You people are gonna respect me if it kills you (alright verse two I swear) 'Ey yo endless speculation I'm facin' Constant controversial relations To gun crime at garage events With so many claims and no evidence Suggesting I'm the reason For the UK gun clap season I'm legal, may I stress To the fool for the sake of Strident intelligence Go ahead check my files all day Bit of criminal damage and T-D-A Might be a little bit of violent disorder But I ain't never been locked away Got some mates that have been convicted Yer, so what, it's the hand life dealt them We weren't blessed with the system's T-L-C Government shoulda tried ta help them Been a law breaker, ain't tryna hide it As for the sentence, ain't tryna ride it Stop that so I could do this I'm legit, ya may as well kiss my A-S-S P-L-E-A-S-E I'm L-E-G-I-T You ain't got nothin' on me But to the pricks who think I'm slack-in Please don't ever be fooled, I'm pack-in This is a welcome and it's a warning Please don't ever just think I'm rappin' You know the score, I'm raw from day Still Dylan the Villain from around the way Feel free to quote anything I say Please don't ever just think I'm chattin' People gonna respect me I better make you respect me People gonna respect me I better make you respect me People gonna respect me I better make you respect me People gonna respect me I better make you respect me You people gonna respect me if it kills you You people gonna respect me if it kills you You people gonna respect me if it kills you I know what you're thinkin', it's gone too far now innit Fuck it If I don't speak, who's gonna speak for me Stand up for myself in this shit So fuck you Unapologetic Can't be, never have been, won't be a prick Yer, that's it |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Showtime (2005)
This journey starts 6 years ago
in run-down housin estate in Bow east london south-east uk was a young man lets call this young man ray frustated wiv bein around the way would say "i'm bored" until one day gathered up sum change and in exchange got turntables off tony not only, were they whack, they were wooden, but he took 'em cos it was a bargain and it was a good'en and he said to himself who wouldn't? why not, then he took a little trot to dj targets squat stood outside o'the door and knocked asked what jungle records you got? must be sumthin u wanna get shot, of, blot dint buy beats he ready to quit gave 'im the whole lot then ray had little click, they were hot, young gun soldiers but it all flopped, still it didnt make ray wanna give up the fight ray jus picked up the mic, would write, lyrics while excluded no gifts and glamour included like crime for money, dough, crime pays didnt ya know? even though ray come across slow broke shit down, brung another new flow made beats in the back room teacher gave him a little spare time then they got a little bit o'radio airtime 1am til 3 be in school by 9 this was clearly a positive sign learnin bout beats breaks and bars didnt chat about champagne and cars more concerned wiv you know, the grime made it a touch difficult to shine among these so-called underground stars some resented him thus presentin him with pure dumbness like retards it dint matter ray would say, ok, i'm gonna be a real star one day went through dramas along the way but he stood firm pressed on wiv the wordplay went through dramas along the way but he stoof firm pressed on wiv the wordplay went through dramas along the way lets take a look at ray today.... |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Showtime (2005)
Raskit, boy in the corner I still roll deep young star gimmee the beat and let me prove
London city forever you're not a still creep aint no stopping me never you best move Live o ghetto record with no redemption world wide critics acclaim my big moves Showtime main event you can't beef me dizzee ras hotter than Nelly I can't lose East side boy make da paper rise neva met anyone like the safeheart guys Big up my north west south east types every section where my connection lies East side boy made the crowd go loops never had a desire for chinese zoots Big up my midland up north troops Get your backs up backs up back off the wall Sounds of the young star dizzee rascal Don't give it half hearted give it all Pull your socks up and stand up tall Backs up backs up back off the wall Sounds of the young star dizzee rascal Don't give it half hearted give it all pull your socks up and stand up tall Can't run the marathon without trainin or stretch the ass hole without straining Too much hype not enough brain in whole lotta money little maintaining Whole lotta complaining no plan little more no less done ten grand Blingin ice sitting nice in your hand too much platinum not enough land East side boy make da paper rise neva met anyone like the safeheart guys Big up my Ireland Scotland types every section where my connection lies Eastside boy made the crowd go loops never had a desire for Chinese zoots Big up my Europe USA troops Get your backs up backs up back off the wall Sounds of the young star dizzee rascal Don't give it half hearted give it all pull your socks up and stand up tall Backs up backs up back off the wall Sounds of the young star dizzee rascal Don't give it half hearted give it all pull your socks up and stand up tall To my eastside crew,get paper, To my Westside crew get paper, To my southside crew get paper, I tell da playa hater c u later, To my northside crew get paper, To my midlands crew get paper, To my up north crew get paper, I tell da playa hater c u later, Dizzee rascal the loudest finest dirtiest grimiest most hot dirty stank London stand up tall Don't be silly cover your milli I'm like billy Don't be dumb cover your gun I aint fun When I come I come ere to stun you get bunned Mid night all day like fight dog fight You don't really wanna be dizzee I'll get busy You don't really want me t pop I'll get fizzy Real fizzy bill up a zoot we smoke whizzy He knows she knows we're tough negroes Forever ready and I'll be ready forever You don't wanna try ting I'll put holes in your leather So please never ever try to be clever I'll be wetting mc's like rainy weather Too the two faced nigga screw faced laced in get chased n get placed in a bin Getta slicing batterin workin dizzy boy don't stop till it's hurtin Get your Backs up backs up back off the wall Sounds of the young star dizzee rascal Don't give it half hearted give it all pull your socks up and stand up tall Backs up backs up back off the wall Sounds of the young star dizzee rascal Don't give it half hearted give it all pull your socks up and stand up tall |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Sirens [single] (2007)
Blud, when you hear them sirens coming,
I can hear them sirens coming, Better run when you hear them sirens coming, I can hear them sirens coming [VERSE 1] 1 to the 2 to the 3 to the 4, Limewise police knocking at ma door, 12 black boots on ma bedroom floor, What they want with Rascal I'm not sure, Took me to the station, eight thirty For a fight that I had recently, Say they got me on CCTV, And the pussy homeboyz told on me, Can't understand why these boyz keep snitchin' Can't understand why these boyz keep bitchin', Now I'm hot tempered, feel like switchin', Can't stand still, trigger finger itching, Gotta stay calm, gotta keep ma cool, If I go jail, I'll be a damn fool, Gotta rise up, gotta stand up tall, Can't let them see the end of Dizzee Rascal Blud, when you hear them sirens coming, I can hear them sirens coming, Better run when you hear them sirens coming, I can hear them sirens coming Blud, when you hear them sirens coming, I can hear them sirens coming, Better run when you hear them sirens coming, I can hear them sirens coming Yo man, lets take it back to that old skool story telling shit, get me! [VERSE 2] One day I was with ma bredwin Aido roaming the street, On the main road, hungry, looking for something to eat, Not no burger and no chips, shit that's easily digested, It's that shit that if you're caught, you'll be easily arrested, We was on a robbing spree, I forgot to mention Clayton: was a bredda rollin' with us He was scared and it was blatant; he was prang, Back to the story, Aido spotted a man straight ahead of us In the distance with his wifey holding hands, So we followed them though this little alleyway into the flats, When we thought the time was perfect, we crept up and we attacked, I took the first swing, unexpected, causing panic, It was ruthless, causing agony and public, it was tragic, Me and Aido lost the plot, acting like we were from hell, Beat this bredda to the floor, Beat his wifey up aswell, Clayton stood back, shaken, wishing that he'd never came, From out of nowhere was Aleesha screaming out my name, 'You're at my school', She saw it all, And by this time she started cryin' and to make it worse I'm hearing sirens I ain't even trying to hide. Blud, when you hear them sirens coming, I can hear them sirens coming, Better run when you hear them sirens coming, I can hear them sirens coming Blud, when you hear them sirens coming, I can hear them sirens coming, Better run when you hear them sirens coming, I can hear them sirens coming I can hear the sirens coming I can hear the sirens coming I'll break the law I will never change I'll break the law I will never change I'll break the law I will never change Step on to my soil, you'll get your whole face rearranged [VERSE 3] See me on telly, but I ain't no actor, Running through the streets, bare faced as a jackhawk, Broad daylight, no shame like a lunatic, Rain, hail, sleet or snow, I ain't new to it, Show me what you got, better give it up quickly, Lay 'em on their back, if they chat back swiftly, Better mind out when they come through the manor, man, Keep 'em on their toes like hammer man. It's no joke, man, woman and child I'm seeking, See no sex, no age I'm creeping Anything through the door, cold on the wheelers, Duck from the feds and I roll with the dealers, Fly with the hard heads and young offenders Though my life ain't nothing like Eastenders, Every time I get your whole face rearranged, I break the law I will never change! |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Maths+English (2007)
One two, one two, one two, mike, check, check, check, yeah, one two, yeah, yeah, clear, clear, yeah.
I'm a young ragga *bredda* from the LDN, in my Nike air bubbles and they cost one ten. Got these beanies on ma lap, and they all want the length, I'm a ghetto superstar, come straight from the ends. An I walk it like I talk it, brother ain't just hype, makin' moves for the money everyday an every night. Best to believe I keep it tight, best to believe I'm movin' right, keep my business on the low, you best to believe I'm outta sight I like money money money, girls girls, cash cash, I'll let the champagne splash. Yo, I'm not a gang banger but I'm good with a mash, make you scratch your head an wonder is he really that flash But it really doesn't matter cos you know I keep it movin, middle of the dancefloor, lean, I'm grooving. Baby cocked her bumper out, you know I gotta wind it, when we leave the club I'm really gonna get behind it. Nike air bubbles on my feet, lookin fresh, got my brand new garms on, dress to impress. Got my phone line poppin, all these beanies gotta crush, keep something in my pocket case these fellas try an rush. Brown eyes, five ten, dark skin, Mr Dizzee rascal, why you even askin. Under cover lover, girls call me buff ting, but, used to keep a balaclava restin on my chin. An it's the ends here, hustle hustle, bling bing, blow it in, about to hear the fat lady sing. Don't matter what I'm sayin, it's the answer within, but, lifes a jungle, everybody wants to be the king. But it's alright though, I got my eyes on the prize, money in my draw, bigger picture in my eyes. Hands around my testicles, little finger risen, every step that I take is a step with precision. I'm precise, precisely why my future's lookin nice, the penthouse is lovely, it's a shame about the price. But you only live twice, that's on the real, no matter where I am I'll always be the real deal. Education starts with discipline, I'm listenin, but conversations kinda muffled since I got rich and tings. Double turn, indirectly spoke, I never heard a thing, under ground or overground, whats the difference I'm the king. Learnt devine right, its my heinsight. I see it all, cos I aint that fake to spread my wings an fly, you're a fool. Talikn like you're mighty and you're high, but I know you're small, there's no logic in your gossip, just the writings on the wall. Over ignorant, you aint got it, you just play far, far from the realist old dog, menace, you're a mark. If you're deep, why you gotta roll fifty to the club, blood, who d'you think your foolin with that fake crew love. The streets don't cater for no long term plan, these roads don't give a damn about any man. I try an show these brothers, they refuse to understand, so I'll just keep doin what I'm doin while I can. East side crew, west side crew, north side crew, south side crew. East side crew, west side crew, north side crew, saw side crew. |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Maths+English (2007)
[Intro]
You know it's that time, cuz... What time is it, man? Summer time man. Yo, I love this time of year man, I love it haha. The girls are out, they're wearing a lot less... No time like summertime, blood. Its all nice man, its all lovely, time to live it up man, yeah yeah. [Verse 1] Summer in the city, such a very special time, If you put aside the traffic, air pollution and the grime. You'll be pleased to be reminded that the girls are looking fine And, apart from money, that's the only thing that's on my mind. Short skirts, belly tops, fake tan, string vests, With da bra underneath, so the man's gettin hard off of half of a glimpse... I got plans to be scooping up a couple buff tings if I can. If I can't, then I'm still live, I go 'n' check my little yappy by da seaside 'Cos I no she's live, plus she's a dealer, She gives me hospitality, she treats me right, That's what I need right !? And if not, then I'm on a little mission to Los Angeles To check my Beverley Hill honey to see I she can handle this, Pimpin' ain't no easy thing 'n' some of these chicks are scandalous But I'm a player and I say I gotta be the man for this, I love you. [Verse 2] I don't believe in fate, Life is what you make it, make it great. I'm tryna elevate, Concentrate on gettin' my papers straight. Survive the great escape, From the ends, I used to congregate Intil I could no longer wait I had to find the bruvas, Otherwise I would of been worthless, making fast on the estate Ignorant to what the earth is offering when I should take, Every chance 'n' every opportunity to try and make, Every second 'n' every breath of life, something to celebrate. So I been around the world, now close to the occasional boast. Different folks, different strokes, black, white 'n' asian. All these ladies look incredible, still got me gazin' Ridin' jet skis on power boats, feel so amazing. Club poppin' in Ibiza, I got pull up right outside The entrance, in the hummer people glare Then they stop, stare and wonder who I am 'n' who I'm not, I just take it in my stride, but I ain't never felt this hot and I love you. |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Maths+English (2007)
[Chorus]
Sometimes T think the whole world's gone crazy The shit I see, it don't cease to amaze me I get baffled everytime I try suss it And now i've had a lot So excuse me please, f**k it [Verse 1] Can somebody tell me what this world's about Can somebody tell me what this life's about I just can't work it out No sense, no logic I can't get a grip of it I do my best to understand it But i've never got it I watch the people stuck it out The struggle in the system But the errors are the same, whether a muslim or a Christian There so much hate in the world We're fighting, what are we fighting for When the rich kid getting richer And the poor keep getting ignored Lord... [Chorus] x2 Sometimes I think the whole world's gone crazy The shit I see, it don't cease to amaze me I get baffled every time I try suss it And now i've had a lot So excuse me please, f**k it [Verse 2] I took it there it there And now its time to take it further If a policeman kill someone Is that policeman still a murderer He's got a worthy cause, I guess That gives him some immunnity Or is he just another lost soul in the community To take a life's a serious thing And only god can judge it Would he look at it, like its for the safety of the public And if you dont wanna pay the price You really shouldnt f**k it I know im playing with fire But f**k it I love it Cos.... [Chorus] x2 Sometimes I think the whole world's gone crazy The shit I see, it don't cease to amaze me I get baffled everytime I try suss it And now i've had a lot So excuse me please, f**k it ................... |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Maths+English (2007)
I wanna see you dip, dip, dip
And let me see you rock, rock, rock I wind upon ya hip, hip, hip And never ever stop, stop, stop I wanna see you dip, dip, dip And let me see you rock, rock, rock I wind upon ya hip, hip, hip And never ever stop, stop, stop I love it when you flex like that Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back I love it when you move like that Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back I love it when you whine like that Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back I love it when you flex like that Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back I love it when I see a pretty girl winding I can even watch a butters girl grindin' Control the body with great timing Ain't shy in the dark, there shining, Does someat to me when I see her vibes in Drop it like it's hot, you got my tings rising So frequent, there's no disguising What d'you expect, that ain't surprising. These girls get my blood pressure rising They're wiggling 'n' jiggling, I'm hidin' Checkin' them back offers so them fightin' So natural girls, so excitin' Gotta bit on dis, don't wanna get right in. 'Tis better now, widda mandem fightin' Never ever shit, no matter scores risin' 'Scuse me, you really gotta say somethin' I love it when you flex like that Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back I love it when you move like that Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back I love it when you whine like that Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back I love it when you flex like that Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back Girlfriend, how you whine like that, Beautiful. you look so fine like that, Ain't seen her for a long time like that, You should go to jail for a crime like that. Buss up the floor, you don't cut no slack, Dancehall King, you're not at all laid back. Make up for what the uvva girls lack, Look so good, you got me going off ch...ch.ch, track. I can't even chat While ma heartbeats going rat-at-tat-tat So serious, ya got me ill like that Temperature rising y'know, I feel like that. Nah fo'real, ya could kill like that Widda double D, wi' pure skill like that, I can't get enuff, so it's real like that I'd love it if ya'd flex wiv Dil like that I love it when you flex like that Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back I love it when you move like that Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back I love it when you whine like that Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back I love it when you flex like that Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back Ok, alright Let's dance, all night Alright, ok Let's dance, all day Ok, alright Let's dance, all night Alright, ok Let's dance, all day Gosh golly, my oh my Hoping that you ain't looking at any other guy Your figure is so pleasin' to the eye Especially when you do the bubble or the butterfly. See a bit of sweat drippin' down your thigh But somehow, you still stay high an' dry. Gosh, ya make a Rude Boi so shy Got the whole club sayin' my oh my Please don't stop, please don't stop, give it If not, show me how I gotta get wiv it You're da best, I ain't scared to admit it What's the deal, you're looking at me like izzit? But ya won't know less ya come pay a visit Life's too short to be cautious, innit Don't just stand on the edge, come live it I love it when you flex like that Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back I love it when you move like that Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back I love it when you whine like that Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back I love it when you flex like that Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Maths+English (2007)
[Hook]
Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up They wanna rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up [Verse 1] Sometimes when I'm on my own And there ain't no one around, I feel all alone Laying in my bed, I'm a nervous wreck And I wind myself up until I'm vexed Keep telling myself they're out to get me And I ain't sure who, so I make it up Come to my own conclusions I'm crazy Start thinking up all kinds of stuff Like, fuck my girl, I know she cheating That golddigger bitch just thieving Act like I don't care but I'm grieving Start switching up for no reason Told myself I ain't got no friends Fuck my people, fuck my ends No rational thought, I'm low I'm paranoid, all I know is they wanna [Hook] Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up They wanna rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up [Verse 2] And then I think about beef Over the years I've had so much grief Whole lot of drama, in and out of East Won't let anyone take me for a chief And man's say they got my back But it's really all just chat Cause when it all gets on top They leave me alone to scrap And I went to the ends, heard whispers Old friends chatting 'bout kidnapping Now they hurt my pride and ego I don't care about rap, I'm strapping But the olders told me ignore it Cause I really ain't got time for it And the ghetto, I already saw it I'm in the world now, I gotta explore it I can't let 'em [Hook] Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up They wanna rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up [ Verse 3 ] No guts, no glory, no get, no gain No love, no pain, I'm going insane It's all too much for the brain I'm so paranoid, I feel strange And it's so long-range Been too long, I gotta make some change Fuck the world, I'd rather take some blame Or I could just buy a platinum chain Diamond rings and and other shiny things Maybe the bling'll help me maintain Or at least that it help to explain What's my path, am I in the right lane? Why I feel so left out in the rain? Why's it hard, it should be simple and plain All I see when I'm in this game Everybody wanna [Hook] Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up They wanna rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Maths+English (2007)
Blud, when you hear them sirens coming,
I can hear them sirens coming, Better run when you hear them sirens coming, I can hear them sirens coming [VERSE 1] 1 to the 2 to the 3 to the 4, Limewise police knocking at ma door, 12 black boots on ma bedroom floor, What they want with Rascal I'm not sure, Took me to the station, eight thirty For a fight that I had recently, Say they got me on CCTV, And the pussy homeboyz told on me, Can't understand why these boyz keep snitchin' Can't understand why these boyz keep bitchin', Now I'm hot tempered, feel like switchin', Can't stand still, trigger finger itching, Gotta stay calm, gotta keep ma cool, If I go jail, I'll be a damn fool, Gotta rise up, gotta stand up tall, Can't let them see the end of Dizzee Rascal Blud, when you hear them sirens coming, I can hear them sirens coming, Better run when you hear them sirens coming, I can hear them sirens coming Blud, when you hear them sirens coming, I can hear them sirens coming, Better run when you hear them sirens coming, I can hear them sirens coming Yo man, lets take it back to that old skool story telling shit, get me! [VERSE 2] One day I was with ma bredwin Aido roaming the street, On the main road, hungry, looking for something to eat, Not no burger and no chips, shit that's easily digested, It's that shit that if you're caught, you'll be easily arrested, We was on a robbing spree, I forgot to mention Clayton: was a bredda rollin' with us He was scared and it was blatant; he was prang, Back to the story, Aido spotted a man straight ahead of us In the distance with his wifey holding hands, So we followed them though this little alleyway into the flats, When we thought the time was perfect, we crept up and we attacked, I took the first swing, unexpected, causing panic, It was ruthless, causing agony and public, it was tragic, Me and Aido lost the plot, acting like we were from hell, Beat this bredda to the floor, Beat his wifey up aswell, Clayton stood back, shaken, wishing that he'd never came, From out of nowhere was Aleesha screaming out my name, 'You're at my school', She saw it all, And by this time she started cryin' and to make it worse I'm hearing sirens I ain't even trying to hide. Blud, when you hear them sirens coming, I can hear them sirens coming, Better run when you hear them sirens coming, I can hear them sirens coming Blud, when you hear them sirens coming, I can hear them sirens coming, Better run when you hear them sirens coming, I can hear them sirens coming I can hear the sirens coming I can hear the sirens coming I'll break the law I will never change I'll break the law I will never change I'll break the law I will never change Step on to my soil, you'll get your whole face rearranged [VERSE 3] See me on telly, but I ain't no actor, Running through the streets, bare faced as a jackhawk, Broad daylight, no shame like a lunatic, Rain, hail, sleet or snow, I ain't new to it, Show me what you got, better give it up quickly, Lay 'em on their back, if they chat back swiftly, Better mind out when they come through the manor, man, Keep 'em on their toes like hammer man. It's no joke, man, woman and child I'm seeking, See no sex, no age I'm creeping Anything through the door, cold on the wheelers, Duck from the feds and I roll with the dealers, Fly with the hard heads and young offenders Though my life ain't nothing like Eastenders, Every time I get your whole face rearranged, I break the law I will never change! |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Maths+English (2007)
[Hook]
My hat is low, my trousers too And people say that I'm too rude But I don't care cause I'm the shit So you can all just suck my dick Just suck my [Verse 1] When I was a kid I had a chip up on my shoulder It ain't getting better, even though I'm getting older People get offended by the way I talk so freely Pushing up their face and acting funny when they see me But I'm raggo, damn it, so I say fuck it If you don't like the way I do my thing, then you can suck it I really don't give a shit, I really don't care for your approval I'm a fucking G, I'll carry on doing my shit as usual Cause [Hook] My hat is low, my trousers too And people say that I'm too rude But I don't care cause I'm the shit So you can all just suck my dick Just suck my You know I mean, man? I'm just trying to be me, man I'm just trying to be free, man Whagwan man, let me be, man What's the problem? Ya get me? I don't apologize for nothing [Verse 2] I try to act right, I try to be polite But I can't take no shite, you best believe I might Just punch you in your moosh, I war like Georgy Bush No need to keep it stush, it's best if you just shush And stay out of my way cause I don't wanna play Sorry, what did you say? Alright whatever, mate I don't give a shit who likes it, I don't give a shit who don't Don't tell me to change my fucking attitude because I won't [Hook] My hat is low, my trousers too And people say that I'm too rude But I don't care cause I'm the shit So you can all just suck my dick Just suck my [Verse 3] Bingo, I got the lingo Come through your window Starr like Ringo Beef, chat bout? I'm involved Keep near danger like Penfold Dylan, Lincoln estate, man Yeah I'm straight, man Everything's great, man Talk low it, can't shake, man Why bother, wait, man Come and take man, waisman Come and get me Killers respect me You can't sweat me I'm the One like Jet Li So come check me Who wanna wet me? Fuck that! Suck someone On a dumb one I'll touch someone Try and test Raskit, what a bumbum Rudeboy, I don't care about no one [Hook] My hat is low, my trousers too And people say that I'm too rude But I don't care cause I'm the shit So you can all just suck my dick Just suck my |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Maths+English (2007)
Gotta keep my head above water
Gotta stay head-strong, keep rolling on No point getting caught in the hype is long Like I don't know right from wrong So I gotta be real Nothing to prove, I'm still Big in the hood, I feel So in control, I'm chill No one ain't knocking off Dill So I stay top on the bill I'm the main event, the headliner Went from jungle DJ to rhymer Never thought I would be the big timer But I still par it like, yo, it's a minor Cause I still rep my ends, still check my friends Can I keep it up? I guess it all depends If I can keep my mind right Don't get tempted by the limelight I think I'll be alright Temptation leads like your naughty mate The one that used to get you in bother The one you can never bring yourself to hate Can't avoid the temptation But I know I gotta change my ways And keep my nose clean, gotta fix up Take a look at my life cause I ain't sixteen And I ain't no boy, ain't no kid The world ain't flat and the picture's big Certain things that I gotta get rid And a whole lot more that I gotta get with So I gotta stay and roam on my own Gotta move on, I can't stay at home Cause I know what's there is all the same Crack, cocaine and ghetto fame Cold hard cash and a bit of a name And I've see it all, so I need a change Lost too many bredrens to the game And you could say temptation's to blame We used to be tight Me and my naughty friends Caused pure madness in the ends I mean day and night We robbed, we stole, we loved to fight Smoking, drinking, joyriding Drugs, thugs, not law-abiding Reckless youngsters, no direction No sign of correction But then I switched it up, changed my ways Got in the area like, "Oh my days" But not my naughty friends, they're not fazed Can't believe that this music pays See no reason why we can't do All the things that we've always done Still in my heart I know that's just wrong But it's hard to fight the temptation, son |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Maths+English (2007)
[Alright mate]
Lily Allen: So you wanna be a gangster? Tell me just one thing What you know about being a hard-man? Your mum buys your bling Your pockets getting bigger but you couldn't pull the trigger if you need to Cause you haven't got it So you might as well quit Dizzee Rascal: I'm moving, couldn't be losing Nothing but a success thing, I'm proving Nothing to you half-heart wasters Standing there yap-yap-yapping on cruising Nobody dictates, I'm choosing Where I go, what I do with my life, stupid And I hold my own, I'm Raskit You better watch your tone, you spastic 'Low it, you're not heartless Nothing but a lot of hot air, you're harmless I keep getting my paper regardless Your words don't faze me, I'm marvelous Age 22, zero tolerance And I ain't got no time for the nonsense You wanna see me, come to my concerts And we can do it on stage with a audience Lily Allen: So you wanna be a gangster? Tell me just one thing What you know about being a hard-man? Your mum buys your bling Your pockets getting bigger but you couldn't pull the trigger if you need to Cause you haven't got it So you might as well quit Dizzee Rascal: Beef, stripes, guts, glory All these hype bredders in the club bore me I wish when I'd come through they'd ignore me I really can't deal with another war story Bredders in my face with a fist full of paper Trying to make out they're a big money maker Talking all loud (Better know man a hustler) I ain't got time, rudeboy, see you later And I can't forget these groupies following Fronting, raving, ranting, hollering Yeah, I know I shouldn't be complaining But these Jezebels do my brain in (I ain't no groupie, who ya calling Jezebel? Don't chat to me like I'm just any girl) Ah security, somebody move her (I don't wanna talk to you anyway, loser) Lily Allen: So you wanna be a gangster? Tell me just one thing What you know about being a hard-man? Your mum buys your bling Your pockets getting bigger but you couldn't pull the trigger if you need to Cause you haven't got it So you might as well quit Lily Allen: That whip don't make you a big man (Nah mate) That chain don't make you a big man (Nah mate) I know you think you're a big man (What mate?) But really you're just a waste, man ('low it) 2X Dizzee Rascal: Yo, let me wrap it up while I've still got time Ain't nobody telling about no Grime Cause I know where I stand with it, I'm fine Handle your biz, I'm handling mine Everybody chatting 'bout black-on-black crime All I see is the blind leading the blind I wanna leave all the pettiness behind You don't really want to see me cross that line Leave me alone or you'll be sorry Beef ain't nothing new to me, you wally Why don't you just kick back, be jolly Stay at home with a cup of tea, watch Corrie I'm not listening anyway, man Who rattled your cage anyway, man Ain't no slacking with this young man Do what I gotta do everyday, fam Lily Allen: So you wanna be a gangster? Tell me just one thing What you know about being a hard-man? Your mum buys your bling Your pockets getting bigger but you couldn't pull the trigger if you need to Cause you haven't got it So you might as well quit |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Maths+English (2007)
[Verse 1: Dizzee Rascal]
Liar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street You just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat You ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet You're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt You're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk Love to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk What's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true I know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you You ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun You ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son? You should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look You're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book And settle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle You know that if it's on, that you ain't drawing for no metal I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G Well if that's the case, then que sera and what will be will be [Hook] Where's the G's? Where's the stars? Where's the whips? Where's the cars? Where's the cribs? And where's the yards? Cause all I see is hype Where's the dough? Where's the cash? Where's the hoes? Where's the gash? Where's the blicks? And where's the mash? Cause all I see is hype Too many moots on the TV How many real crooks on the TV? All I hear is dead hooks on the TV Being real these days ain't easy Too many moots on the TV How many real crooks on the TV? All I see is bare poop on the TV Being real these days ain't easy [Verse 2: Bun B] Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking I'm like, really though, what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again? Cause we don't believe you, need more people, y'all might as well just pack it in Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold Show me your workers, show me your shooters, lemme see the neighbourhood you control Lemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill? Are you really gonna man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger I don't think so, 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama and you know that you really don't want it So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected Trill recognize trill, so just respect it and check it And tell me [Hook] Where's the G's? Where's the stars? Where's the whips? Where's the cars? Where's the cribs? And where's the yards? Cause all I see is hype Where's the dough? Where's the cash? Where's the hoes? Where's the gash? Where's the blicks? And where's the mash? Cause all I see is hype Too many moots on the TV How many real crooks on the TV? All I hear is dead hooks on the TV Being real these days ain't easy Too many moots on the TV How many real crooks on the TV? All I see is bare poop on the TV Being real these days ain't easy [Verse 3: Pimp C] Where the Benz and where the hoes? Candy niggas with candy clothes Where the cocaine? Where the o's? Where the SoundScan, where the shows? You's a pimp, bitch, where the track? Where the diamonds and where the Lac You say that you, that you, in hot pursuit But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute I got everything I say Don't believe me, ask Lil' J On the West ask Ice-T Fuck good but my dick ain't free So hood I used to whip the D Patron and wood, when I'm in the B Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C Bitch, I got a bunch of names Getting head in the H.O.V. lane Getting red, I let my nuts hang Wear a lot of red, but it ain't no gang Chased by the feds, but it ain't no thang I guess they think I still sell cocaine 92 carrots in my chain Jumping out a red-candy thing Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail Before I tell them hoes shit, fuck the law, they can eat my dick The main niggas that pop the trunk Go to the pen and get with them punks Then come home, trying to act tough When they was up there, getting fucked in the butt [Hook] Where's the G's? Where's the stars? Where's the whips? Where's the cars? Where's the cribs? And where's the yards? Cause all I see is hype Where's the dough? Where's the cash? Where's the hoes? Where's the gash? Where's the blicks? And where's the mash? Cause all I see is hype Too many moots on the TV How many real crooks on the TV? All I hear is dead hooks on the TV Being real these days ain't easy Too many moots on the TV How many real crooks on the TV? All I see is bare poop on the TV Being real these days ain't easy |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Maths+English (2007)
I've got shit I wanna share with you
Couple things, explain da reasons why I can't be there with you Back in da day, we both thought we'd never split past Didn't see no definite endin' to da madness 'n' da lust Never thought I'd be packin' 'n' jackin' for somethin' more solid I ain't changed, I just found a better way to steal ma knowledge Runnin' around hyper criminal had me locked for a while Da studio gave me a lot, more creative style Took me to another world beyond that estate Some kind of haven from da beef 'n' some of da stress mate I wouldn't call it no escape, da roads are in ma heart Makin' it that more difficult for me to climb da chart But it's da sacrifice I make, it's all good, star Same reason I ain't always in da hood, star I do ma thing 'n' I'm graftin' like I always was It just ain't quite like it was, simply cause... There's a world outside of tha manor 'n' I want you to see it I can see it, I can see it, I can see it There's a world outside of tha ends 'n' I want you to see it I can see it, I can see it, I can see it There's a world outside of tha hood 'n' I want you to see it I can see it, I can see it, I can see it There's a world outside of tha ghetto 'n' I want you to see it I can see it, I can see it, I can see it Money, cars, guns, women melts my desire I'm gonna stay red blooded 'til I expire Not caught up in da hype, I'm caught up in da scheme of things Seen a couple figures, but I still dream of things Like da kinda shit money can't connect me wiv Unconditional love, I won't regret to give I'm young, black, rich an' ruthless, I swear, star Still if you need a helpin' hand, you know I'm there, star I'm from da street, you're from da street, we all done dirt Now it's time to flip da script, fuck da sufferin' 'n' da hurt 'Cause I've seen da bigger picture, it's all good There really is a world outside of da hood There's a world outside of tha manor 'n' I want you to see it I can see it, I can see it, I can see it There's a world outside of tha ends 'n' I want you to see it I can see it, I can see it, I can see it There's a world outside of tha hood 'n' I want you to see it I can see it, I can see it, I can see it There's a world outside of tha ghetto 'n' I want you to see it I can see it, I can see it, I can see it |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Tongue N' Cheek (2009)
I wake up, every day is a daydream
Everythin' in my life ain't what it seems I wake up just to go back to sleep I act real shallow but I'm in too deep And all I care about is sex and violence A heavy bass line is my kind of silence Everybody says that I've gotta get a grip But I let sanity give me the slip Some people think I'm bonkers But I just think I'm free Man, I'm just living my life There's nothin' crazy about me Some people pay for thrills But I get mine for free Man, I'm just livin' my life There's nothing crazy 'bout me (Bonkers) [repeat] |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Tongue N' Cheek (2009)
Yo cuz
Whagwaan fam? What you got there? Oi Is that a lemon? No it's cheese cuzzie Hey join me? What I just lit it fam! Oh don't be shy! Fuck sake Are you movin to my girl though? I might do still! She's loose bruv Ah shutup! CHORUS: We're Just Chillin wiv da man dem Jammin wiv da man dem It's all good in the hood wiv da man dem I know a couple girldem maybe I shall bell dem Till then I'm just chillin wiv da man dem Jammin wiv da man dem It's all good in the hood wiv da man dem I know a couple girldem maybe I shall bell dem Till them I'm just chillin wiv da, chillin wiv da I was in the e3vo playin pro evo Gettin moved up in the scores for a zero If I lose again I will surely regret it Cuz this pussyole won't let me forget it But it's no pressure I can take this boi And if I don't win I'll break dis boi I'm just rampin we've got an understandin We could never be arms out that's ma brederin Through thick and thin, rain sleet hail snow he's chippin in If he's got a couple gash he'll bring me in If he's got a bit of weed I'm smokin I ain't jokin From day one we was on this road ting Now we're all grown up on the old ting Kick back take it easy and slow ting It's the kind of thing we're promotin No job ting (Chorus) When I get lost Feel I've been crossed The man dem are my salvation I take off my shoes Fill up a zoot And put on the playstation So stop button bashing just pass the pad, pass the pad, pass the pad Stop chattin shit just pass the pad, pass the pad, pass the pad Hey no it's winner stays on blud pass the pad, pass the pad, pass the pad Don't be a prick blud pass the pad, pass the pad, pass the pad High talk and ghetto conspiracies Psychotic weed dealers smokin trees Heated arguments all about the football We're up all night like we're nocturnal I can't be bothered to do anything but chill And fuck the world outside that's how I feel I've got a whole lot of time to kill So fuck these bitches I'm just keepin it real (Chorus) (Instrumental) |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Tongue N' Cheek (2009)
What’s up darling?
I’ve been keeping my eyes on your movements I can’t see no room for improvement And why you’re all alone over there on your jack jones You need to let me get behind your backbones Cus I’m the man for the job let me work it I won’t waste no time I’ll make it worth it 100 percent, i’ll make it perfect you got a body to die for, let me merk it Now it’s murder on the dance floor I want to take this further than the dance floor I aint forcefield but I’m still hardcore You’re going to give me everything I ask for It’s not a long ting, you’re a boomting Maybe more than a hotel room ting I’ll never know if I just walk past I really want to dance so I guess I’ll just ask She ain”t no oh Look at those thighs, it’s in her eyes she’s good to go She can satisfy my mind body and soul Come and dance with me Come and dance with me Come and dance with me Come dance with me I see you glance at me That’s why I’m asking B So let’s party B Come and dance with me If I’m out on my own Then I can look at you, looking at me If I’m out on a date Then I just shut my eyes, then I can’t see Get away from the bar Tell your boyfriend to hold your jar And dance with me Come dance with me That’s why I’m asking B So let’s party B Come and dance with me Yo! It goes on and on I see you get excited like, this is my song You think I want to get involved, you’re not wrong Cus I’ve been waiting for this moment all night long So I creep creep creep like TLC I’ve got my left eye checking out your scenery I’ve got my right eye right where it needs to be No matter how I look at it, you look good to me Still, I’m looking for the perfect view The way I see it that’s right next to you I know you’ve probably heard it before but I still I love the way you flex like that for real So don’t stop doing what you do when you do it I just wanna be a part of it when you do it I feel like a wolly if I don’t pursue it And I can’t go through it so let’s go to it She ain’t no oh Look at those thighs, it’s in her eyes she’s good to go She can satisfy my mind body and soul Come and dance with me Come and dance with me Come and dance with me Come dance with me I see you glance at me That’s why I’m asking B So let’s party B Come and dance with me I know you didn’t come out to stand and stare You bought new shoes and you did up your hair You made a real effort tonight and it shows I can tell by your face you don’t wanna be alone Cus the mood is right and the time is now And if you can’t do it I’ll show you how All you gotta do is get loose, let go Just spark up your shades, put your skills on show Oh If I’m out on my own Then I can look at you, looking at me If I’m out on a date Then I just shut my eyes, then I can’t see Get away from the bar Tell your boyfriend to hold your jar And dance with me Come dance with me That’s why I’m asking B So let’s party B Come and dance with me If I’m out on my own Then I can look at you, looking at me If I’m out on a date Then I just shut my eyes, then I can’t see Get away from the bar Tell your boyfriend to hold your jar And dance with me |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Tongue N' Cheek (2009)
Money talks, listen, money talks, get money
Dirty cash, I want you, dirty cash, I need you, whoa Money talks, it don't stop, money talks, it don't stop Dirty cash, I want you, dirty cash, I need you, whoa Let's go Everybody wants to be famous Nobody wants to be nameless, aimless People act shameless, tryna live like entertainers Want a fat crib with the acres So they spend money that they ain't made yet Got a Benz on tick that they ain't paid yet Spend their paycheck in the West End on the weekend Got no money by the end of the weekend But they don't care 'cause their life is a movie Starring Louis V, paid for by yours truly Truthfully, it's a joke like a bad episode of Hollyoaks Can't keep up with the cover lows So they got bad credit livin' on direct Livin' in debt but they still don't get it 'Cause they too busy livin' the high life, the night life Fuckin' the high way, livin' large and they all say Money talks, money talks, you got no Dirty cash, I want you, dirty cash, I need you, whoa Money talks, money talks, for real, though Dirty cash, I want you, dirty cash, I need you, whoa Let me take you down to London city Where the attitude's bad and the weather is shitty Everybody's on the paper chase, it's one big rat race Everybody's got a screw face, so many two face Checkin' their hide, they set their record to ride I'm on the inside, looking at the outside So it's an accurate reflection citywide All things west and the Southside Everywhere I go, there's a girl on the corner Buns undressed got the city like sauna And it's getting warmer, a lot of water Turn a poor, struggling mother to a mourner Mister politician, can you tell me the solution? What's the answer, what's the conclusion? Is it an illusion, is it a mirage? I see them all go bad because they're tryna live large And they all say, all say I've no excuse, I just want you to use me Take me and abuse me I got no taboos, I'll make a trade with you Do anything you want me to Money talks, money talks, listen Dirty cash, I want you, dirty cash, I need you, whoa Money talks, yeah, yeah, money talks, it don't stop Dirty cash, I want you, dirty cash, I need you, whoa Yo, we're living in the days of the credit crunch Give me the dough, I'm trying to have a bunch But I can't have raps for lunch It's nothing, enough to share, it ain't fair I never dreamed that it could be rare Who cares who's there to make a change? Everyone's in the club tryna to make it rain But not for fun here, just for the sake of habit Fifteen minutes of fame and everywhere's the same Again and again, I see the same thing Everybody acting like they're playin' Zenden But I see rough seas ahead, maybe a recession And then the depression, then whatever profession This is my confession, I can't fuck, I'm in the forefront Livin' for my new record to start like a bungee jump With no rope, but I ain't tryna see the bottom Because that is where I came from, I ain't forgotten Money talks, money talks, sing it to her Dirty cash, I want you, dirty cash, I need you, whoa Money talks, yeah, yeah, money talks, for real Dirty cash, I want you, dirty cash, I need you, whoa |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Tongue N' Cheek (2009)
Money talks, listen, mmm-hmm-hmm, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh Money talks, money talks Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh Let's Go Everybody wants to be famous, Nobody wants to be nameless, aimless, People act shameless Tryna live like entertainers, Want a fat crib with the acres, So they spend money that they ain't made yet, Got a benz on tik that they ain't paid yet, Spend their pay cheque In the west end on the weekend Got no money by the end of the weekend. But they don't care cause their life is a movie, Starring Louis V, paid for by yours truly, Truthfully, it's a joke, like a bad episode of hollyoaks, Can't keep up with the cover girls, So they got bad credit livin' on day rate, Livin' in debt when they still don't get Cause they too busy livin' the high life, the night life Lovin' the high when livin' it large And they all say Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm, money talks Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh Money talks, money talks Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh Let me take you down to London city Where the attitude's bad and the weather is shitty Everybody's on a paper chase It's one big rat race Everybodys got a screw face So many 2 face, Checkin their high just like their ready to ride I'm on the inside looking at the outside So it's an accurate reflection City wide, north, east, west and the southside Everywhere I go there's a goon on the corner Guns and drugs cause the citys like a sauna And it's getting warmer, and out of order Tryna put a struggling mother to a morner Mr polititian can you tell me the solution What's the answer, what's the conclusion Is it an illusion, is it I'm a thug I see younger die because they tryna live large And they all say I've no excuse, I just want you to use me Take me and abuse me I got no taboos, I'll make a trade with you Do anything you wa-ant me to Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm, money talks Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh Money talks, money talks Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Tongue N' Cheek (2009)
There's some girls in the house
When you see 'em point 'em out (x4) Got a little thing for pretty little browies Pretty little brown things, all about my timin' London city I'm houndin', catch 'em browning Get the pussy thorough poundin' So I got these star techniques oustanding Did it in a council flat on the landing I'm not rappin', leave 'em puffin' and pantin' On a one night stand thing Just like Shauna, she didn't give me no drama After the show, she was on my banana After my seeds like a farmer Let 'em all out in her mouth, I'm a charmer Couldn't care less about karma Or Carmen Got her titties out in the bottom of my garden I'm a bad boy, I don't beg no pardon Pick 'em up, then I discard 'em I get freaky, freaky, freaky And I get nasty, nasty, nasty Do anything that you want me to Just ask me, ask me, ask me (x2) I had this pretty little girl in Sweden, Yeah, she was kind of short, but she was easy And I like that kind of girl You didn't even need to ask her name Could you believe it? She was suckin' my dick, you should have seen it Got up and tried to kiss me between it, allowed it Could you hear my joy, my disappointment Sprayed in her mouth then watched her kiss her boyfriend Yo, ask Angie 'cause she familiar Got out my dick at the back of the cinema Jamie Foxx, you know "The Kingdom" one, She dealt with my dick till my kingdom come I'm a movie star, I'm quite unique on the camera Weren't quite like Green St., but I hammered her I'm a player and a manager Got a whole lot of game and a lot of stamina (ha!) I get freaky, freaky, freaky And I get nasty, nasty, nasty Do anything that you want me to Just ask me, ask me, ask me (x2) I'm so barmey, been a bad boy since (unclear) I know a couple white girls, outside Yardley Keep a couple light skinned things like Harvey Plus Barbie, that's my blonde thing She give me brain in the car, no long thing She ain't scared, she's on this thing And she's always up for a bonkin' Yeah my love life looks like Flava Flav's I got girls for days, I got dark skinned, pink, yellow, brown, and beige Come like a rainbow on a rainy day, non-discriminant Long and strong and the sex is brilliant Please make sure the poon-tang's Brazilian Won't stop till I can't cum, like William So I keep drillin' 'em, Thanks a million I get freaky, freaky, freaky And I get nasty, nasty, nasty Do anything that you want me to Just ask me, ask me, ask me (x2) Antoinette, Angelina, Alisha, Corrina, Katherina, Keisha, Kaykyro, Tina, Tylisha Faith, Fiona, Felicia Denise, Patrice, Shanice, Cherice, Dominique, Natalie, and Nisha Naomi, Nicola, Niree I won't let any trump thing get by me Jenna, Jolene, and Josie Believe I'm lookin' at Jennifer closely Kaylee, Clair, it's hot in here But I ain't lookin' for (unclear) mostly Eighteen to twenty-one, Anyone under the the don't fit the bill But to all my independent ladies, bring that pussy at will I get freaky, freaky, freaky And I get nasty, nasty, nasty Do anything that you want me to Just ask me, ask me, ask me (x2) |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Tongue N' Cheek (2009)
Get your passport and your bikini
You need a holiday, come see me I know you're tired of the same old scenery And I could change all that so easily Go wild, do your thing, yo take a chance I'll take you to the South of France Like Cannes If anyone can I can We can go shopping in Milan I just hope you understand I hope you see it clear It really don't matter how far or near Cus there's no distance that can stop my persistence There's just a few days in the year Plus I've got class So let's ride that We ain't gotta fly, we can just drive that We can have a rave, we can hire that (?) Won't tell nobody let them find out If you ain't doing nothing let's fly away Drive away, get away We can go to the club or hide away We can do what you want to, baby If you ain't doing nothing let's fly away Drive away, take a holiday We can go to the club or hide away We can do what you want to, baby Don't judge my passport photo, I know I look loco And I know that my Spanish is so-so But let's try keep that on the low-low Cus we're going Ibiza I've got friends that really wanna meet ya With champagne and a whole lot of love It's all good darling A Blue Marlin will please ya And I'll never let your belly get empty Even when your belly's full you're still sexy We can ride speed boats, we can ride jet skis I'll show you the time of your life if you let me I just want to put a smile on your pretty face If I didn't it'd just be your pretty waist So you look like a girl with a bit of taste So I couldn't take you just any place If you ain't doing nothing let's fly away Drive away, get away We can go to the club or hide away We can do what you want to, baby If you ain't doing nothing let's fly away Drive away, take a holiday We can go to the club or hide away We can do what you want to, baby I know you're really busy and I know you've got plans But are you really too busy for a sun tan? I ain't talking about walking down the high street I'm talking about laying on a bright white beach With a Pina Colada or whatever you'd rather White wine, that's fine, just give me a lager Then after we'll take a truck to the night spot, the hot spot, the top spot Party around the clock And when we get there they're strictly VIP No ID, security know me No waiting in line, no high entry fee Don't worry about nothing when you're beside me I'll get you lively and loosen you up Have a bit of champagne it'll boost you up I wanna move you up, I wanna take you away So in other words darling, what do you say? If you ain't doing nothing let's fly away Drive away, get away We can go to the club or hide away We can do what you want to, baby If you ain't doing nothing let's fly away Drive away, take a holiday We can go to the club or hide away We can do what you want to, baby |
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from Dizzee Rascal - Tongue N' Cheek (2009)
What!
What the fuck! What! get out tha fuckin' way prick! Who you talkin' to! Get out the fuckin' car then! Get out the car then! Fuckin' pussyole! Yeah! Fuck you too! Your Mum! (CHORUS) Beep! Beep! Comin' through, Move over, Yeah you, Don't argue, Just blurt, Hurry up or you're gonna get HURT! You don't wanna see a road rage! NAH! You don't wanna see a road rage! NAH! You don't wanna see a road rage! I'll put you in a early grave! (CHORUS) (Verse 1) TDA TDA I'll break in your car and I'll take it away, Thats how I used to roll back in the day, And I did it for a laugh, I didn't even get paid, And I couldn't give a shit about a junction, Couldn't care less about a red light's function, Drive sorta like I'm drunk and swervin' swervin' Got 2 wheels on the kerb and murdering tarmac full black, on my stereo full blast 2pac! holla if you hear me, cuz im only gunna beep once I'll knock down all of these, let down one of these, run down all of these CHUMPS drive faster when I see speed bumps, Killin' off stunts, I'm a smart guy but if you see me drive you'll think I'm a dunce like (CHORUS) Beep! Beep! Comin' through, Move over, Yeah you, Don't argue, Just blurt, Hurry up you gunna get HURT! You don't wanna see a road rage! NAH! You don't wanna see a road rage! NAH! You don't wanna see a road rage! I'll put you in an early grave! (CHORUS) (Verse 2) NEEEEEOWWW! Mind Out! If you don't listen to me you'll find out, I don't indicate, I just swing about taking up two lanes playing dare devil games i don't give a shit 'cause my car is tinted and if I get caught I don't care about minted, Driving in the fast lane, ready for the violence, Had 6 points before I even had a license NOW im legit, And I couldn't give a rats ass, All i see is flashlights coz I drive too fast, But Im still a trooper, In ma mini cooper, went head to head had a crash with a police car, Didn't get arrested, Didn't have to kick off, I was alright but the car got write off, Just another day in the life of a lunatic, Rub me up the wrong way watch me start losing it like.. (CHORUS) Beep! Beep! Comin' through, Move over, Yeah you, Don't argue, Just blurt, Hurry up you gunna get HURT! You don't wanna see a road rage! NAH! You don't wanna see a road rage! NAH! You don't wanna see a road rage! I'll put you in an early grave! (CHORUS) MOVE When you see me coming down the road, MIND OUT When you see me coming down the road, Couldn't give a shit when I'm driving down the road, This is a warning you've been told, Neoooow! Move over! Neoooow! Move over! Neoooooooooooow! Move over! Neoooooooooooow! Move over! (Verse 3) Driving with my lights in the daytime, Everybody looking at me, Crazy! WHAT! I put my middle finger in the sky above If I see flashing lights I just might not stop, Lets go for a joyride, Speed through the ghetto, I'll say goodbye before I even say hello, Im far from mellow! I don't wanna chat, I'll get out ma car and give you a slap, Never mind all that cuz you really ain't ready tho, Im so high, I just wanna hear ma stereo, but i got my girl moanin in my left ear, there's a lot of stress here, you better steer clear, Car just cut me up, I didn't take kindly plus i got this other silly BASTARD behind me, Had enough of being courteous and smiley, blimely Now I really gotta get grimey like.. (CHORUS) Beep! Beep! Comin' through, Move over, Yeah you, Don't argue, Just blurt, Hurry up you gunna get HURT! You don't wanna see a road rage! NAH! You don't wanna see a road rage! NAH! You don't wanna see a road rage! I'll put you in an early grave! (CHORUS) |
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from Dance Nation Vol. 2 (2010)
Get your passport and your bikini
You need a holiday, come see me I know you're tired of the same old scenery And I could change all that so easily Go wild, do your thing, yo take a chance I'll take you to the South of France Like Cannes If anyone can I can We can go shopping in Milan I just hope you understand I hope you see it clear It really don't matter how far or near Cus there's no distance that can stop my persistence There's just a few days in the year Plus I've got class So let's ride that We ain't gotta fly, we can just drive that We can have a rave, we can hire that (?) Won't tell nobody let them find out If you ain't doing nothing let's fly away Drive away, get away We can go to the club or hide away We can do what you want to, baby If you ain't doing nothing let's fly away Drive away, take a holiday We can go to the club or hide away We can do what you want to, baby Don't judge my passport photo, I know I look loco And I know that my Spanish is so-so But let's try keep that on the low-low Cus we're going Ibiza I've got friends that really wanna meet ya With champagne and a whole lot of love It's all good darling A Blue Marlin will please ya And I'll never let your belly get empty Even when your belly's full you're still sexy We can ride speed boats, we can ride jet skis I'll show you the time of your life if you let me I just want to put a smile on your pretty face If I didn't it'd just be your pretty waist So you look like a girl with a bit of taste So I couldn't take you just any place If you ain't doing nothing let's fly away Drive away, get away We can go to the club or hide away We can do what you want to, baby If you ain't doing nothing let's fly away Drive away, take a holiday We can go to the club or hide away We can do what you want to, baby I know you're really busy and I know you've got plans But are you really too busy for a sun tan? I ain't talking about walking down the high street I'm talking about laying on a bright white beach With a Pina Colada or whatever you'd rather White wine, that's fine, just give me a lager Then after we'll take a truck to the night spot, the hot spot, the top spot Party around the clock And when we get there they're strictly VIP No ID, security know me No waiting in line, no high entry fee Don't worry about nothing when you're beside me I'll get you lively and loosen you up Have a bit of champagne it'll boost you up I wanna move you up, I wanna take you away So in other words darling, what do you say? If you ain't doing nothing let's fly away Drive away, get away We can go to the club or hide away We can do what you want to, baby If you ain't doing nothing let's fly away Drive away, take a holiday We can go to the club or hide away We can do what you want to, baby |
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from House Nation~Korea Edition Vol.5~ (2010)
What’s up darling?
I’ve been keeping my eyes on your movements I can’t see no room for improvement And why you’re all alone over there on your jack jones You need to let me get behind your backbones Cus I’m the man for the job let me work it I won’t waste no time I’ll make it worth it 100 percent, i’ll make it perfect you got a body to die for, let me merk it Now it’s murder on the dance floor I want to take this further than the dance floor I aint forcefield but I’m still hardcore You’re going to give me everything I ask for It’s not a long ting, you’re a boomting Maybe more than a hotel room ting I’ll never know if I just walk past I really want to dance so I guess I’ll just ask She ain”t no oh Look at those thighs, it’s in her eyes she’s good to go She can satisfy my mind body and soul Come and dance with me Come and dance with me Come and dance with me Come dance with me I see you glance at me That’s why I’m asking B So let’s party B Come and dance with me If I’m out on my own Then I can look at you, looking at me If I’m out on a date Then I just shut my eyes, then I can’t see Get away from the bar Tell your boyfriend to hold your jar And dance with me Come dance with me That’s why I’m asking B So let’s party B Come and dance with me Yo! It goes on and on I see you get excited like, this is my song You think I want to get involved, you’re not wrong Cus I’ve been waiting for this moment all night long So I creep creep creep like TLC I’ve got my left eye checking out your scenery I’ve got my right eye right where it needs to be No matter how I look at it, you look good to me Still, I’m looking for the perfect view The way I see it that’s right next to you I know you’ve probably heard it before but I still I love the way you flex like that for real So don’t stop doing what you do when you do it I just wanna be a part of it when you do it I feel like a wolly if I don’t pursue it And I can’t go through it so let’s go to it She ain’t no oh Look at those thighs, it’s in her eyes she’s good to go She can satisfy my mind body and soul Come and dance with me Come and dance with me Come and dance with me Come dance with me I see you glance at me That’s why I’m asking B So let’s party B Come and dance with me I know you didn’t come out to stand and stare You bought new shoes and you did up your hair You made a real effort tonight and it shows I can tell by your face you don’t wanna be alone Cus the mood is right and the time is now And if you can’t do it I’ll show you how All you gotta do is get loose, let go Just spark up your shades, put your skills on show Oh If I’m out on my own Then I can look at you, looking at me If I’m out on a date Then I just shut my eyes, then I can’t see Get away from the bar Tell your boyfriend to hold your jar And dance with me Come dance with me That’s why I’m asking B So let’s party B Come and dance with me If I’m out on my own Then I can look at you, looking at me If I’m out on a date Then I just shut my eyes, then I can’t see Get away from the bar Tell your boyfriend to hold your jar And dance with me |
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from Shout For England - Shout (Feat. Dizzee Rascal & James Corden) [single] (2010)
Come on England we need to sort it out,
Put the champs down, Pull your finger out, Leave the wags alone, Set aside your ego, We're tired of bragging about 40 odd years ago, We need a victory, quick, fast, Tired of getting a kick - oi!, World cup 2010, Don't wanna see ya slip past, Think about the future, Surely it's the right time, I wanna see you win it in my lifetime, 1966 Bobby Moore and that Geoff Hurst put it to the turf - we applauded that, There was no ignoring that, Nobody could stop him, I gotta myself an England shirt I'm gonna rock it, Cos there's so much to play for, But we've got to come together [Ay oh, ay oh, ay oh, ay oh], You know we've got to come together now [Ay oh, ay oh, ay oh, ay oh], 1... 2... 3... Everybody sing JAMES AND ENGLAND: Shout, Shout, let it all out, Come on England!!! These are the things I could do without, Come on, I'm talking to you - come on, Come and have a go if you think you're hard enough! Ay oh, ay oh, ay oh, ay oh And all the people sing Ay oh, ay oh, ay oh, ay oh Come on England!!! DIZZEE: Pull your socks up let's get physical, We need team work - we don't need a miracle, We need Rooney iin tip top condition, Aaron Lennon down the wing like he's on a mission, It ain't no superstition, its not a luck thing, Rio Ferdinand nobody can !#$% With him!, Hope we get stuck in, on't get caught out, And stop trying to hog the ball, Knock the ball about, So much to play for But we've got to come together [Ay oh, ay oh, ay oh, ay oh], 1... 2... 3... Everybody sing JAMES AND ENGLAND: Shout, Shout, let it all out, Come on England!!! These are the things I could do without, Come on, I'm talking to you - come on, Come and have a go if you think you're hard enough! (COMMENTARY: Steven Gerrard with the shot, It's in the net for England, Well there's been some doubts, But those doubts have been swept away now And England are heading for South Africa.) JAMES: Shout, shout, let it all out, These are the things I could do without, Come on, I'm talking to you - come on [England... England... England... England... ] Come and have a go if you thing you're hard enough! JAMES AND ENGLAND: Shout, shout, let it all out, [Ay oh, ay oh, ay oh, ay oh] Come on England!!! [Ay oh, ay oh, ay oh, ay oh] These are the things I could do without Come on, I'm talking to you - come on Come and have a go if you think you're hard enough! En-ger-land!!! En-ger-land!!! En-ger-land!!! |
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from Shakira - Loca [Clean Version] [single] (2010)
Loca
Loca Dance or die Loca She's playin' dumb all the time Just to keep it fun To get you on like Be careful amigo She talkin' and walkin' just to work you up She'd die for your love But your love's only mine boy Sigo tranquila Like I'm on a beach in Anguilla Sippin' on Corona Like it's nothin' goin' on I ain't leavin' you alone What is meant for me No other girl is gonna take So keep them off And I'm crazy but you like it loca loca loca You like that it ain't easy loca loca loca I'm crazy but you like it loca loca loca Crazy but you like it That girl is a nutter Hot though I heat up when I touch her Chica caliente Got me rapping to merengue I feel so el presidente I'm runnin' shit and I'm lovin' it She's got a mean lil' butt But you should see what she does with it She keeps it down low down low down low I can never get enough oh no oh no She gives me the runaround But I stay chasin' But I mean yo I'm in love With a crazy girl But it's all good And it's fine by me Just as long as I hear her say Ay papi And I'm crazy but you like it loca loca loca You like that it ain't easy loca loca loca I'm crazy but you like it loca loca loca Crazy but you like it You're the one for me And for her no more Now you think she's got it all I got one kiki You're the one for me And for her no more Now you think she's got it all I got my kiki There's a lot of things That I'd do to please you Take you to the medico por el caminito Cuz we're gonna get some Mambo what she do in the Laui I really can't help it If I make the lady loca I don't want no trouble I just wanna hit the oh I'm crazy but you like it 'Cause the kinda girl like me Is never far from the market And I'm crazy but you like it loca loca loca You like that it ain't easy loca loca loca I'm crazy but you like it loca loca loca Crazy but you like it Dios Mio That girl is loca That girl is loca That girl is loca Loca That girl is loca That girl is loca You're the one for me And for her no more Now you think she's got it all I got my kiki And I'm crazy but you like it loca loca loca You like that it ain't easy loca loca loca |
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from Shakira - The Sun Comes Out (2010)
Loca
Loca Dance or die Loca She's playin' dumb all the time Just to keep it fun To get you on like Be careful amigo She talkin' and walkin' just to work you up She'd die for your love But your love's only mine boy Sigo tranquila Like I'm on a beach in Anguilla Sippin' on Corona Like it's nothin' goin' on I ain't leavin' you alone What is meant for me No other girl is gonna take So keep them off And I'm crazy but you like it loca loca loca You like that it ain't easy loca loca loca I'm crazy but you like it loca loca loca Crazy but you like it That girl is a nutter Hot though I heat up when I touch her Chica caliente Got me rapping to merengue I feel so el presidente I'm runnin' shit and I'm lovin' it She's got a mean lil' butt But you should see what she does with it She keeps it down low down low down low I can never get enough oh no oh no She gives me the runaround But I stay chasin' But I mean yo I'm in love With a crazy girl But it's all good And it's fine by me Just as long as I hear her say Ay papi And I'm crazy but you like it loca loca loca You like that it ain't easy loca loca loca I'm crazy but you like it loca loca loca Crazy but you like it You're the one for me And for her no more Now you think she's got it all I got one kiki You're the one for me And for her no more Now you think she's got it all I got my kiki There's a lot of things That I'd do to please you Take you to the medico por el caminito Cuz we're gonna get some Mambo what she do in the Laui I really can't help it If I make the lady loca I don't want no trouble I just wanna hit the oh I'm crazy but you like it 'Cause the kinda girl like me Is never far from the market And I'm crazy but you like it loca loca loca You like that it ain't easy loca loca loca I'm crazy but you like it loca loca loca Crazy but you like it Dios Mio That girl is loca That girl is loca That girl is loca Loca That girl is loca That girl is loca You're the one for me And for her no more Now you think she's got it all I got my kiki And I'm crazy but you like it loca loca loca You like that it ain't easy loca loca loca |
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from Cheryl Cole - Messy Little Raindrops (2010) | |||||
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from Chase & Status - No More Idols [Standard Album] (2011) | |||||
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from Dizzee Rascal - Scream [single] (2012) | |||||
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from Sl2 - Pay Close Attention : XL Recordings (2014) |