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Dizzee Rascal
Dizzee Rascal


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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



Тексты песен Dizzee Rascal

Текст песни "Knock, Knock"


chorus:
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?
jak
jak 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

lets make another thing clear
they didnt 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 me 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 lets not dwell on that its the least of your trouble

(chorus)

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 tryina 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
my 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 cush-ty mate i'm gettin paid more than you tonight

(chorus)

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