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Dizzee Rascal
Dizzee Rascal


Информация
Настоящее имя Dylan Kwabena Mills
Дата рождения 1 октября 1985 г.
Откуда Bow, London, England, UK
Жанры Electronic
Dance
House
Hip-hop
Grime
Годы 2000—н.в.
Лейблы Definitive Jux
Matador Records
XL Recordings
См. также Alex Turner
Florence and the Machine
UGK
Calvin Harris
Dance wiv Me
Guthrie Govan
Basement Jaxx
Roll Deep
Armand Van Helden
James Corden
Сайт Website



Альбом Dizzee Rascal


Boy In Da Corner (21.07.2003)
21.07.2003
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2 Far (featuring Wiley)
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Hold Ya Mouf (featuring God)
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16.
Vexed (bonus track on US release)
. . .


[Dizzee Talkin]
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 sittin’ here
I aint sayin’ 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 gettin’ weak
‘Cos my thoughts are too strong

I’m just sittin’ here
I aint sayin’ much I just gaze
I’m lookin’ into space while my CD plays
I gaze quite a lot
In fact I gaze always
And if I blaze
Then I’ll just gaze away my days

‘Cos it’s the same old story
Shotters, runners, katz and money stacks
‘Cos it’s the same old story
Ninja bikes, gunfights and scary nights
It’s the same old story
Window tints and gloves for fingerprints
It’s the same old story
Police investigate, now that area’s bate

‘Cos it was only yesterday
We was playin’ football in the street (remember man)
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 sittin’ here
Thinkin’ Wha gwan?
Wha gwan (get me wha gwan)

(I’m just sittin’ here
Yo, I’m just sittin’ here
Yo, I’m just sittin’ here
Yo, I’m just sittin’ here)

Look, Yo,

I’m just sittin’ here
I aint sayin’ much, I just watch
I really don’t feel like movin’, 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 sittin’ here
I aint sayin’ much I just smile
It’s funny ‘cos I havent bus’ a smile for a while
I’ll smile for a minute
And I’m smilin’ for an hour
I’m scared ‘cos its sweet, but it could turn sour

‘Cos it’s the same old story
Choong intelligent yats in hostel flats
It’s the same old story
Benefit claims and cheques in false names
It’s the same old story
Students truant, learn the streets fluent
It’s the same old story
Strange, there’s no sign of positive change

‘Cos it was only yesterday
We were 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 sittin’ here
Thinkin’ Whaa gwaan
Whaa gwaan (whaa gwaan)

(I’m just sittin’ here
Yo, I’m just sittin’ here
Yo, I’m just sittin’ here
Yo, I’m just sittin’ here)

(You better listen to this last verse, get me?)

I’m just sittin’ here
I aint sayin much I’m just vex (shame)
I’ve seen a lot of bullshit, I wonder what’s next
I’m vex at humanity
Vex at the earth
I keep gettin’ vex ‘till I think what’s the worth

I’m just sittin’ here
I aint sayin’ much I feel deprived
I’m sittin’ here depressed, and I don’t know why
I try to pull myself together
Tell myself “fix up”
And I keep myself from bawlin’, but my eyes will erupt

‘Cos it’s the same old story
Crazy boys keep getting’ on my nerves
It’s the same old story
Police don’t give me no peace
It’s the same old story
Friends slowly driftin’ from the endz
It’s the same old story
Sussed, there’s nobody I can trust

‘Cos it was only yesterday
After school we’d come outside, we’d meet
It was only yesterday
It was all love back then
It was only yesterday
Every sunny day was a treat
Now I’m sittin’ here
Thinkin’ Whaa gwaan
Whaa gwaan (whaa gwaan)

(I’m just sittin’ here
Yo, I’m just sittin’ here
Yo, I’m just sittin’ here
Yo, I’m just sittin’ here)

. . .


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.

. . .


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 thats poor
some whore bangin on your door what for
pregnant? what're you talkin about this for
fifteen, she's under age thats raw
and against law 5 years or more
and she wants a score and half of a draw
thats 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 thats the one for the birds
when you said that she forgot other boys
its over you better start buyin the toys
there was no intention of hurtin your wife
now she knows this she's endin your life
its a real shame you got hacked by the whores
its a shame that kid probably aint yours

[Chorus - Dizzee & Girl]
[Dizzee Rascal]
That girl some bitch ya know
she keep callin my phone
she dont leave me alone
she just moan and groan
she just keep ringin me at home
these days i dont 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 cant go no where

[Girl]
Aint that your girl
[Dizzee]
Nah it aint my girl
[Girl]
I swear that's your girl
[Dizzee]
Course it aint my girl
[Girl]
She got juiced up
[Dizzee]
oh well
[Girl]
She got chatted up
[Dizzee]
oh well!

I swear thats your man
[Girl]
I aint 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'ma boss tho
captain rusko with no crossbow
she came she got picked off yo
nah its 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 dont get love though
dont 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 dont leave me alone
she just moan and groan
she just keep ringin me at home
these days i dont 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 cant go no where

[Girl]
Aint that your girl
[Dizzee]
Nah it aint my girl
[Girl]
I swear that's your girl
[Dizzee]
Course it aint my girl
[Girl]
She got juiced up
[Dizzee]
oh well
[Girl]
She got chatted up
[Dizzee]
oh well!

I swear thats your man
[Girl]
I aint 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 clientelle 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's from college
that girl gives brains, that girl gives knowledge
that girl gives head, that girl gives shines
that girl gives bj's at all times
she looks decent, she looks fine
but dont talk about wifey she's not mine
she got battried, 6 in a line, believe me thats not a good sign

[Chorus - Dizzee & Girl]
[Dizzee Rascal]
That girl some bitch ya know
she keep callin my phone
she dont leave me alone
she just moan and groan
she just keep ringin me at home
these days i dont 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 cant go no where

[Girl]
Aint that your girl
[Dizzee]
Nah it aint my girl
[Girl]
I swear that's your girl
[Dizzee]
Course it aint my girl
[Girl]
She got juiced up
[Dizzee]
oh well
[Girl]
She got chatted up
[Dizzee]
oh well!

I swear thats your man
[Girl]
I aint 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, t's al love ha ha
2000 and slew

Damn right i'm articulate, im 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'm articulate, i'm 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

. . .


[Intro(Dizzee Rascal talking)]
Yo, MC's betta start chattin about wot's really happenin
Because if you ain't chattin about wot's happenin here
Where ya livin? where ya talkin about?
Coz you know and i know, its gonna be a hot summer, yo
And you know wot (its live-o) its gonna be an even hotter winter
(Its live-o) and i ain't even talkin about the weather
(Dizzee Rass, Roll Deep on these)
Dizzee Rascal, uh

[verse 1]
Looks like i'm loosin friends
There's a lot of hostility in my endz
We used to argue, always make other new friends
Now we settle disagreements with the skenz
Looks like i'm loosin mates
There's a lot of hostility near my gates
We used to fight with kids from other estates
Now 8 millimetres settle debates
Looks like i'm loosin sight
Coz i'm lookin at the future, it ain't bright
So i look out my window, pray every night
I thank God for my friends but they ain't tight
Looks like i'm loosin hope
Coz i climbed this mountain without rope
But i know i'm the captain of my boat
So i steadily sail and hope not to fail

[Chorus:]
But its a Brand New Day
New opportunities, wot can i say
I plan to make my pay
But put sum away for an offkey day[x2]
Demand, collect, cash upfront and direct
Pay money, pay respect, don't insult my intellect[x2]

[Verse 2]
When we ain't kids no more
Will it still be about wot it is rite now
Like fightin for anything, anytime
And actin without a care anywhere
When we ain't kids no more
Will it still be about wot is rite now
Like bankscams, street robbery
Shotters, plotters or HMP
When we ain't kids no more
Will it still be about wot it is rite now
Pregnant girls who think they love
Useless mans with no plans
When we ain't kids no more
Will it still be about wot it is rite now
Coz negative signs just keep showin up
Some of us betta just start growin up

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
When i look at my life i can't help but think
Coz i could hav resorted to drugs and drink
Everyday was the same as the day before
We were never quite sure of wot's in store
Everyday i wake up i can't help but feel
I'm certain of life, i mean this is real
Mouthfuls skippin round my head like dancers
I know its wrong to question, but i need answers
The who's, the wot's, the how's, the when's, the why's
You can look in my face, you see the pain in my eyes
Tears ready to fall like the rain in the skies
But i hope that i put my feet down and rise
Coz guys wanna test my words
So i can't jus cater for second and third
Plus i know predators only go for the weak
And thats long so i gotta stay strong
Get me?

[Chorus]

[Outro(Dizzee Rascal talking)]
(Uh, get me) it's real like that
(We're not fuckin about) yo
You know we're goin on dirty, goin on stank
Summer's gonna be real man
(Dizzee Rascal lookin tank)
And winter's gonna be realer
Betta start wakin up (move, move)
(Get me, uh, nothin ain't sweet, nothin ain't sweet)
It's live-o, it's live-o (bip up my bredrin Wiley)
(Ha-ha it's all love) Roll, uh, Deep
(I'm out of here now, let me go for a walk)
Dizzee Rass, we're comin out, (comin out, comin out, comin out)
New stylee i'm finished, next one, next one
(Bring the next one)

. . .


[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

. . .


oiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

oiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
haha ahahahahaha WOO!
yeah!
Stuuupiiiid

fix up look sharp
dont make me bring it rinse out n get dark
Hear the Bang, see the spark
duck down lay down jus (get on down) (x2)

i got the big beat (ahaha)
i hear the sound
i got the big beat (dizzee rascal)
i get on down (rollin deep)

i've heard the gossip
from the street to the slammer
There tryina see if Dizzee stays true to his grammar
bein a celebrity dont mean shit to me
fuck the glitz and glammar hit them with the blitz an gamma
because they talkin black russian
talk behind my back but to my face they say nuthin
stand up in the park keep a firm steady stance
keep no beanies touchin keep the beanies hot flushin
flushin MC's down the loo
if u dont believe me bring ur posse bring ur crew
feel free to hate coz i aint tryina be ur mate
be serious u wouldn't lost an hour in my shoe
its a air force one
trainers by the truck load
trainers by the tonne
dont be dazed when i catch u by ur jays
punk best u leave it, you know it punk best ya run

fix up look sharp
dont make me bring it rinse out n get dark
hit the lights see the spark
duck down lay down jus (get on down)

fix up look sharp
dont make me bring it rinse out n get dark
hit the lights see the spark
duck down lay down jus (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

i stay sweet as a nut sweet like tropicana
when my hammer hits ya head splits like bananna
u aint ready for this bro
u better send ur best soldiers this is captain rusko
more destructive and troublesome than ever
i'll probably be doin this probably forever
fellas wanna stop me they'll probably come together
its probable they'll stop me probably never
yo top man top boy hard topper topper
come to me wiv ya attitude come a cropper
i'm old school like happy shopper
i fight old school bring ur fight and ur chopper
and a first aid kit and some anticeptic this cud get hectic
i'ma done accept it u got a bright future dont let my gun affect it

fix up look sharp
dont make me bring it rinse out n get dark
hit the lights see the spark
duck down lay down jus (get on down)

fix up look sharp
dont make me bring it rinse out n get dark
feel the bang see the spark
duck down lay down jus (get on down)

. . .


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 coz 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 coz 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

[Chorus]
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 a can't find out where you live (man it's easy)
Take off your latch i dont 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
Im freddy Krueger make the luger explode
There you go again talkin' like a star
Like i cant 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 ruff ends
You could never talk to me about skengz (click click)
Talk tuff but you aint 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 your real do what you gotta do
On a level your just challengin yourself
If your feelin brave go ahead and hurt yourself

[Chorus]
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

. . .


[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)

. . .


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 u love me let me know (x2)

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 still love it
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)

I'll wreck any girl, check any girl, like expect any girl
rarely reject any girl, sex any girl, ill 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 D.O 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)

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.

(Chorus)

. . .


[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 cheif 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 sh*t, talk sh*t, get flushed
I talk tough coz life’s been rough
Gritty, sh*tty, life ain’t been to pretty far from buff
So I’m off to the elegant stuff (Listen)

[Chorus]

[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, 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 toppa, if you definitely below

[Chorus]

[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 fat 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 f**k your mum aswell, go f**k your mum, yeah,
we’re all waitin to blow your brain, u think 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 sh*thead, f**k your mum man)

End of message

. . .


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 couldn't be a cheif, money money money,
Love talks to everyone, money talks more
I couldn't be a cheif i couldn't be a cheif
Big shout to the boy who thinks hes a dappa
Your lookin at your jewellery thinkin your a dappa
Now your round your way tryna 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 lookin at your avirex thinkin your a don
Your in your area with your friends your a don
I'll catch you by yourself make your health full gone

Big shout to the boy who thinks hes a scopse
Your lookin at your half ounce thinkin your a scopse
Your always walkin round tryna sound like a scopse
But make no mistake your a fake dizzy knows

Big shout to the boy who thinks hes a G
Your lookin at your fake watch thinkin your a G
I see you stratford rex tryna flex like a G
Lookin 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 its a iyna 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 dressin table thinkin your a diva
But steady tryna walk tryna talk like a diva
But now you just wonder and under acheiver

Big shout to the girl who thinks shes a devil
Your lookin for a way to cause harm like a devil
Your sittin in your yard talkin hard like a devil
Cold bitter gold digger lookin for a medal

Big shout to the girl who thinks shes a swingers
Your gettin up your gums to the boys like a swingers
Your chattin to a br'er
You don't care your a swingers
Now your on the floor readin war for beginners

Big shout to the girl who thinks its a game
Your always chattin air musta been like a game
You chat the dizzy man rude like a game
Don't 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 its a iyna 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 tryna make enemies?
Rude boy listen
Go and get your street family
Rude boy listen
I'll be waitin patiently
Rude boy listen

Got stop chattin my name
Rude girl check it
Any little way of gettin fame rude girl check it
Me and your man ain't 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

I'm 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 you in your 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 its a iyna to me

Show me what your on
Wheres your cash wheres your won [x2]

You could be a dappa i couldnt be a cheif [x4]

. . .


Yo, look, look, look
They call her jezebel
you might find her in your neigbourhood
Always in some shit
Up to no good
Constent boastin braging 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 clock
She was born off crack
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
da man said hed killer
if she try to escape

[Chorus]
Whats your name?
I've seen you about
I think your choong (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 choong (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' whind 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 willy
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 werent 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 vex
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
london bad boys
Ruined 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 jezebel's
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 choice's
Oh what a fool
bottle by her side
n she wonders man
Only if she was six years younger
Damn

. . .


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!

. . .


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)

. . .


[Intro]
Ohhh...oi its real out here
Like no one understands sometimes
People can see whats really goin on
People just go in mad infront of me, you get me
Everyones 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 listen, yo

[Verse 1]
Sometimes i wake up 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 its now or never
Sometimes i wake up wishin i could sleep for years
I've been through anger, pain, blood, sweat and tears
You think that any kid in my position i would be glad (you would)
Quite the opposite, more worrys, more fears
Sometimes i wake up wishin i could sleep for days
Its 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 lifes pressures often get me down
Sometimes i feel theres not a lot to smile about so i frown
And i talk a big whole heap of badness
Because my lifes a big whole heap of madness
I've seen alot, 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
Lifes a doorway everybody walkthrough
Everybodys talkin but nobodys 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
Your givin me a headache man you might aswell 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 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 dont 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

. . .


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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