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Ok yo…
I wake up late every morning
Managers calling, I’m still yawning
Get up wake up hair and makeups
Waiting for you don’t be sawing
This performance is important
I don’t think I can put my all in
Hold on I was drunk last night
Now its all kicking in and I don’t feel right
Gave my number to a breh who wasn’t my type
Now my phones on silent Im being polite
Now private callers get no love from me
Just let me be…
(chorus)
Oh my Gosh my days are getting longer
And theres no turning back im working da 9 to 5
To keep my contract did I say dat I was getting off 1:30
Im no early birdy im lazy dats all dat I can say
So make sure you heard me
And deres no turning back im working a 9 to 5
So you gotta… do… sum… ite… for… channel… u
Channel who sorry who im haltered for a snooze
Oh! Channel U da ones dat made me huge
Like Katie Prices boobs
Whoops Im being rude
Wheres my red bull and my sandwich, I need food
I cant handle this
Im getting pissed like pampers throwing a tantrum
“Action”
Nah Id actually rather catch my z’s and count sheep in my sleep
Lets not wake her up she actually looks quite sweet
(chorus)
Oh my Gosh my days are getting longer
And theres no turning back cos im working a 9 to 5
To keep my contract did I say dat I was getting off 1:30
Im no early birdy im lazy dats all dat I can say
So make sure you heard me
I aint no early birdy
wont wake up till 12:30
Would it be bothered to say much ere
Sooooooooo oh dear
Huh where am I man…
This… aint good… whats going on?!
So my label would change my image
Im a pink lipstick chik called dipstick
This aint on my wishlist
Oh shit Im in FHM posing in a bikini
Next to a Lamborghini
Next stop the theme tune for Tweenies
Im presenting C-beebies
(pukes)Have u seen me?
Never again, am I drinking lambrini
“Its alright Sov it’s a dream… jus wake up!”
(chorus)
Oh my Gosh my days are getting longer
And theres no turning back cos im working da 9 to 5
To keep my contract did I say dat I was getting off 1:30
Im no early birdy im lazy I’ll say it again
To make sure ya heard me
I aint no early birdy
Wont wake up to 12:30
And I cant be bothered to say much ere
So ill say it again
Repeat chorus (x1)
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Oioioi! This is the midget's mansion. Yo. An' if you ain't invited you ain't comin' in'... by... S.O.V...
It's like orcas splashin, people crashin
Unnecessary drunken feuds is fashion
Clean up that spilt drink or you ain't crashin
My bed's out of bounds, so strictly no lashin
Where's my debit card? NOBODY MOVE
You ain't gettin out of dis room until I prove
That you didn't take it and I misplaced it
Now get out my chair. I wanna trade face, bitch!
All these facety chicks 'ave gotta face it
Even on a Friday evening when I'm wasted
You see this life? Well you'll never gonna taste it
I don't associate with wasters
[Chorus:]
There's a gatherin. Where's it at? My yard.
Who's reachin? It's gettin messed up
There's a gatherin. Where's it at? My yard.
Who's reachin? It's getting mashed up
There's a gatherin. Where's it at? My yard.
Who's reachin? It's gettin messed up
There's a gatherin. Where's it at? My yard.
Who's reachin? It's getting fukked up!
Now who's in my yard? I've lost count.
There's 10 downstairs, there's 4 on the couch
There's 5 runnin about, someone better bounce
Before I - ding ding! And your lights are out
Or you get left out, like the ginger girls are louts
Someone's vomitin, give me the sponge and towel
Allow it. I'll clean up the sick.
Why have another sip if you can't even handle it?
Lightweights � I really can't stand em
Stay away 'cos I'll do sum'in random (roar)
And they're monkeys, and their faces are brown
And the world comes to the midget's mansion
[Chorus:]
Who's reachin? Who's getting �wot wot? [x7]
So that's me drunk as a skunk
Shaggin, like, some offbeat punks
So I got scared and went to the shop and got my junk food
I wasn't tryin to be rude. I was in the gatheration spirit, innit?
My bedroom stinkin of fries and Guinness
I gave it one look and I said "Bin it!"
"She said that she'd be back in a minute." Izzit?
How 'bout next Friday?
[Chorus x2]
Yeah. Get to know dis. Gatheration. It's not called a house party no more.
Yeah. Gatheration Nation. Lady Sovereign, on time. Make way for the S.O.V.!
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Everybody in the club gettin tipsy
Oh fuck dat, just WHINE like a gypsy
Can't see straight, like i only got one eye (pop)
Your bottle open oh my
Let's.... get started
move ya arms 'round like fucked up karate
ooh shit.... my word plays nasty
ooh shit... dont put it past me
move titch get out da... way
Ah, nun of dat im here to stayyyy...
flow lazy.. pick da pace up when i flow less hazy
jlo's got a batty
Well u cant see mine cus i wear my trousers baggy
Anywayz.. yeah, let's comence....
(chorus)
Everybody get random
All gyal dem, all man dem
Everybody get random
Jus' do sumfin random
Everybody get random
All gyal dem all man dem
SOVEREIGN GET RANDOM!
Jus' do sumfin random
(verse 2 )
Smokin' KILLS and so do my lyrics,
If ur poppin' pills then trash in a-with-it
cus i got da skills ,
And i'm over da limit
Dishin' lyrics like meals every second every
minute
Ding! Dong! Special Delivery (hello)
Biggest midgit in the game;- cant get rid of me
Give me just a minute and i'll be your facility,
My words hurt u jus' like loosin' ya virginity (owww),
Well, im right thur
Na' I'll tell a lie 'cause I'm
Right there,
Right hurr
Na' right here,
Now get off your churr! I mean Chair
some english mc's get it twisted
start sayin cookies, instead of biscuits !
Anyways yeah lets ... comence
(chorus) x2
Everybody get random
All gyal dem, all man dem
Everybody get random
Jus' do sumfin random
Everybody get random
All gyal dem all man dem
SOVEREIGN GET RANDOM!
Jus' do sumfin random
(verse)
1...2 S.O.V is comin' for u..
3....4 better lock your door
5....6 cus im full of tricks....
so everybody come and vibe wif da likkal titch
swiiiiiitch.... hush
Jus' check, how my flow differs,
I'm droppin lyrics dat'll hold up ur knickers,
I'm on a whole 'nother level,
I'm old school like marathon, prier to snickers.
Dis' shits hot, where's da sniffer dogs,
Let's get random, zugga zugga zugga zugga zong,
You wonna cum'n test me, well bring it on,
Dis is the new ting the new sing along.
(ah fuck dat bit)
(chorus)
Everybody get random
All gyal dem, all man dem
Everybody get random
Jus' do sumfin random
Everybody get random
All gyal dem all man dem
SOVEREIGN GET RANDOM!
Jus' do sumfin random
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Public warning,
who's in town?
Public warning,
all bow down.
I'm riding here on this beat,
coz I don't give a monkey's what you think about me, mmm hmm,
It's on, no long ting, it's on,
Ding dong, who's that peek-a-boo it Sov,
Yo, ladies and gentlemen this ain't no experiment,
It's the uneducated example of intelligence,
My prevalence means more then you irrelevance,
It's evident, there's evidence, that I am bloody excellent,
Yo, flows are gonna kill ya, coz they're bigger and they're badder,
When I flow upon a mic I am a heavyweight chatter,
You'll get battered no matter with a dutty backhander,
If I discover that you are a hater,
See I told you that I'm better,
Remember when Betty bought a bit of butter,
Well I'm bringing a bit of better, a bit of gutter, a bit of uh uh, a bit of haha,
A bit of every little damn thing.
[Chorus]
Public warning, who's in town?
Public warning, all bow down.
Public warning, who's in town?
Public warning, Sov's in town.
Crown me the pint-size clown of the town,
Said I'll Huff and I'll puff andI'll blow your house down,
Or I'll be the boogie-woman in a boogie-woman gown,
And I'll boogie woogie you with my boogie woogie sound,
Huh, see I told you that I'm better,
Remember when Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Well I'm picking a bit of better, a bit of gutter, a bit of haha,
A bit of every little damn thing..
Public warning, who's in town?
Public warning, Sov's in town.
I'm that walking dicitonary, I'm that talking thesaurus,
I'm that old-school prehistoric Soversaurus
Raaaaaah, 'ave it!!! I got a habit of absoulutely damaging any track when I attack,
Hmm see I told you that I'm raw,
Remember when she sold them sea shells on the sea shore,
Well I'm selling a little more, a little raw, a little encore please while I drop it hard core,
[Chorus]
Public warning, who's in town?
Public warning, all bow down.
Public warning, who's in town?
Public warning, Sov's in town.
I don't wanna play none of your games,
I don't wanna play none of your games,
Oii oii oii, yeah,
I wanna play all of my games,
I wanna play all of my games,
Oii Oii Oii
[x2]
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Yeah
It's officially the biggest midget in the game...
I dunno
Make way for the Ess Oh Vee
Love me or hate me it's still an obsession
Love me or hate me that is the question
If you love me then thank you
If you hate me then f**k you x 2
I'm fat I need a diet
Na in fact I'm just too light and
I aint got the biggest breast-s-s
But I wrote all the best disses
I got hairy armpits
But I don't walk around like this
I wear a big baggy T-shirt
That hides that nasty sh*t
Ugh... never had my nails done
Bite them down until they're numb
I'm the one with a non-existent bum
I don't really give a UGH
I'm missing my shepherd's pie
Like a high maintenance chick missing her diamonds
I'm missing my Clipper lighters
Now bow down to your royal highness
No, I don't own a corgi
I had a hampster
It died cos I ignored it
Go on then, go on report me
I'm English, try and deport me
Love me or hate me it's still an obsession
Love me or hate me that is the question
If you love me then thank you
If you hate me then f**k you x 2
I'm a funky little monkey
With the tiniest ears
I don't like drinking fancy champi
I stick with Heineken beers
Oops, might burp in your face
A little unladylike, what can I say?
Well oh gosh I'm not posh me, I wear odd socks
I do what I'm doing yeah
So everybody's entitled to opinions
I open my mouth and sh*t I got millions
I'm the middle kid, the riddle kid
I make you giggle til you're sick
My nose jiggles while I spit
Yeah I do have some stories
And it's true I want all the glory
Go on then, come on support me
I'm English try and deport me
Love me or hate me it's still an obsession
Love me or hate me that is the question
If you love me then thank you
If you hate me then f**k you x 2
Love me or hate me, love me or hate me
So I can't dance and I really can't sing, yeah
I can only do one thing and that's be Lady Sovereign x 2
Love me or hate me it's still an obsession
Love me or hate me that is the question
If you love me then thank you
If you hate me then f**k you x 4
Love me or hate me, love me or hate me
I can only do one thing and that's be Lady Sovereign x 2
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It ain't about tea and biscuits. I'm one of those English misfits.
I don't drink tea I drink spirits, and I talk a lot of slang in my lyrics.
There goes a horse, horses for courses, nah more like corpses on corners,
and Staffordshire Bull Terriers and late night crawlers.
Police carry guns not truncheons, make your own assumptions.
London ain't all crumpets and trumpers, it's one big slum pit.
[Chorus:]
We ain't all posh like the queen, we ain't all squeaky clean,
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands int the air now everywhere,
We ain't all squeaky clean, we ain't all posh like the queen,
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everywhere,
This is the picture I painted my low down, this my London that I call my home town,
It's where I'm living and this is my low down,
This is my England I'm letting you know now!
No I don't watch the Antiques Roadshow, I'd rather listen to Run the Road.
And smoke someone's fresh homegrown,
And not get bloated on a plate of scones,
Cricket, bowls, croquet, nah PS2 all the way, in an English coucil apartment,
We don't all wear bowler hats and hire servants.
More like 24 hour surveillance and dog sh*t on the pavements
[Chorus]
Big up Oliver Twist, letting us know the nitty gritty of what London really is,
It ain't all pretty, deal with the realness, it's all gritty, deal with the realness.
Ohh the changing of the Queen's guard, that's nothing for me to come out of the house for,
Tra la la, I'd rather sit on my arse,
And have a glass of Chardonnay, nah,
We ain't all Bridget Jones clones, who say pardon me
More like gwanin mate. You get me...
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Once again yea make way for the ...S.O.V
(verse 1)
Bring out the bucket, bring out the cloth, bring out the liquid, bring out the lot, if not, lets roll her to a carwash
Now washin you will be like washin a goth all that black lipsticks round their gobs, how the fuk do we get it off i think this is gonna be a very hard job.
How did ya get a tan like that in winter ya ran off to boots n got a box of tinter...... dint ya!!
Seeeeee.. u still got orange fingers!!
(hook)
Wot network are you on....."orange"
Colour of your bathwater....."orange"
I think your favourite fruit must be an orange
Bitch did you know your orange (X2)
Slap, bang you gotta fake tan bitch you look like the tango man bogebogebo do the tango bogebogebo do the tango (X2)
(verse 2)
......"its the gone-wrong salon".......
Your clothes keep wrippin like your the female incredible hulk,
you gotta broken bra, a broken top, a broken phone n a broken coat, youve bin wearin the the same jacket since you was in year 8 and it smells like you urinate on it bitch, that aint great.
You tried to be christina so ya died ya hair black, but really you looked like the vicar of dibley.."wot!"... on crack!
Now step back and just face the facts you dont like the fact i get facety on wax, anyways talkin about wax, look at your face, girl relax!!
(hook)
(verse 3)
Why not flimmer on the window, saw as a pumpkin, when its approaching halloween, or on ya english breakfast place her next to the bacon she could be the beans, and you always know where shes been and you always know when shes had a pee, coz the toilet seat aint clean, the toilet seat has an orange sheen...."ching"....
Bring out the detergent, scrub that umpa lumpa its urgent, have you seen her face its disturbin, how much fake tan are ya squirtin errr its hertin ma eyes its startin to look like a sunrise and ya fake tans so "ming!!" you are attracting flies!
(hook)
Wot network are you on....."orange"
Colour of your bathwater....."orange"
I think your favourite fruit must be an orange
Bitch did you know your orange (X2)
Slap, bang you gotta fake tan bitch you look like the tango man bogebogebo do the tango bogebogebo do the tango (X4)
(spoken)
"You got tangoed!!! and you know the worst thing.. You done it yourself hahaha!!"
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Yeah is dis Mike on? Riiiitteeeee
Lil shhh for the mc please (thankyou)
[Verse 1:]
Ya way aint step away now back away
Cos d only ting I be is heavy weight
Let me demonstrate da key to create
Check out d vibe dat i am create
You want me to stop well it's too late
Want me to flow? Haha neva me
Neva hesitate to drop da mic'
I neva... hesitate to do what I like
Neva hesitate to pick up my fight
At d fings dat challengin at my vibe
Continue? Yes im sure
Get off my little caniball
I will leave it so old so old like a beat up whore
Eyes dem after a dumb hard draw
High ten lyrics dem against d law
Be lame right now wen d girls so flaw...
Eatin bread n water
My living can count its slaughter
Wid a order
Have u come to a decision?
Yes shes going to...
Don't Send me dere
Da beef for my livin just get u no war
Dnt really care write what I like
Say every type of prayer
Oh yeah be aware...
[Chorus:]
Yo a lil bit of shhh for me
A lil bit of quiet for the mc
A lil bit of shhh for me
Make way for the S.O.V
A lil bit of shhh for me
Now shut ya mouth for d MC
A lil bit of hush for me
Right now its d S.O.V
Ritteee haha
Don't joke wiv us move forward please (thankyou thankyou)
[Verse 2:]
Yeah about one nightstand
Wat u fink of my stands
Right now how it sounds I go zippy cold hands (oww)
An acoustic band got some hands up some hands
All my fans im in trouble uh-oh
Down sauf d pollution man go down
Well I make up noise like pots and pans
Dey shuld put my voice on a ice cream van
Dat way da streets wnt b bland
Big headed no cough headed yes
I must confess well im neva gonna rest
Well done less i dnt wana mess
Here comes the press!!
Nuva damn reporter
Obsessed wid my disorder
Diagnosis please whats wrong wiv her Bill?
She's ill
Nah she's...
[Chorus:]
Ohmygod!! Pete Ellis!! Ohhh!
Yoooooooooooooooooooww
[verse 3:]
[Haha] BRRRRRRRRR its cold ders a new top girl on row
Runnin ting running ting running ting everyting Oh u been told?!
Twisted shit lyk wen I gully
So let me carry on while u sit back and vomit
Some sit crooked like Wallis and Gromit
Cos u kno... u cant stop it
Some don't like me like da homeless
Spitters of madonna's story unpoorly
Lets keep writin surely u could ignore me
But then again if u saw me you'll adore me (aww)
Cos im so cute and scrawny
Spit on a track and leave it so horny (hmm)
And who taught me? Nobody
I did it all by myself, u cant stop me!
Yo
[chorus]
It's ok, it's alright u, u can start making some noise now if u like, ya kno wat I mean right?
Im not gonna go completely off the rail ya no wat I mean?Ha fanku...
hypehypehype
Hey! [Whistle] alright now calm down please
Alright now a lil bit of shhh...
[chorus x2]
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[Verse 1]
For a second ill be the fashion police and im just looking at your garms you been on too many catalogue sprees
With your grannyfied curtain designs, your hurting my eyes,
You really should revise your dress sense before you walk on by,
Im kinda mixed up in this disco inferno,
Baggy jeans and a tight top, lemonade and pernod
Im sticking out like a sore thumb but i aint concerned though, no, uh oh,oh oh oh (boogie)
[Chorus (repeat 2x)]
Fling on an A D I D A S hoodie and just boogie woogie with me
Ohhhhh...
Or you can just. put on your dancing shoes and get loose
Can you get loose can you??
[Verse 2]
So i was up in this trendy bar mingling
My keys around my neck were jingling
And you was looking at me like it was my bling
You was staring at me like to say i was ginger
I was dishing out out the same dirty looks trust me your the minger
Errrr, whos she, whos that, whos her??
The bouncer was approaching me coz i was dressed really inappropriately
No hood, no hats, no this, no that
Lets rolluh olll uh olll ..(out)
[Chorus (2x)]
Right everybody, if youve got someone who cant dress properly, yeah you need to direct them this way.
[Verse 3]
Why not just cut up all your old clothes and make a quilt so i can wrap myself up when im feeling cold,
Why not dash your ugly boots on the fire and burn them down to charcoal,
If your not feeling the way that your bedrin is dressing dont be stressing send them in my direcion please,
Black shoes , white socks, no uhh ohhh
Polka dots, no uhh ohhh
Flowery frocks, no uhh ohhh
Just boogie woogie with me!!!
[Chorus repeat until end]
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We used to play jump the line,
Or who could wrap the swing around the frame the most times, back in the day,
Riding our bikes around the estate and playin' basketball in the cage, those were the days,
I remember them water fights, teh tap outside,
Used to race to it on our bikes.
Grinnin' with two front teeth missin', those days were alright.
Knock down ginger, knock knock then shift.
Two minutes later we got locked in the lift,
Laughin' when we got out,
Got into silly arguments about who found the pound on the ground,
Bopped to the shops bought about ten ice pops,
The weather was hot so they melted in our pockets,
Used to carry my belongings in them McDonalds bumbags.
That was back then so boy don't mock it.
[Chorus:]
Yeah, yeah.
Yo those were the days I will never forget.
Yeah, yeah.
Yo those were the days I could never regret.
Yeah, yeah.
Yo those were the days I will never forget.
Yeah, yeah.
Yo those were the days.
Used to race down the hill in old Safeway Trollets.
I wasn't indoors playing with Barbies or dollies,
I was outside jumpin' off walls or playin' football,
Or getting chased by the local pit bull,
The odd character that every borough had,
Mad Phillip, Gingerbeard, or Mad Max,
the faces you wouldn't wanna see when you're on your jacks,
In the places you wouldn't be in if you stuck to your packs,
Stayed out till it was pitch black,
Sprayed my name on concrete slabs,
And I never got bitch-slapped.
Seen a couple of mans get stabbed,
Been chased by the mad man,
Gotta get back so I can...
Catch joke with my next door neighbor,
We played the first Mortal Kombat on the Sega,
Playing the latest jungle tunes we had on cassette,
Those were the day I will never forget.
[Chorus]
Remember naf naf jackets and spliffy jeans,
Adidas campus, them things were in,
It wasn't about the king of the bling,
It was the king of the rim, or the king of the swing.
Back then, well I kind has less.
But less was much better 'cause it saved a lot of stress.
I hung out in Coffers community center,
Now they've knocked it down and replaced it with an Asda.
My parents way of tellin us to get our backs in
was them sounding some old fucking claxon.
We're soldier marched back up to Redcliffe Walk,
Chalkhill Estate don't exist no more,
it's just talk.
[Chorus]
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Artist : Lady Sovereign
Title : Blah blah
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I say first priorities, it just cost me
At maccy ds at about half three
What you munching on?
Quarter-pounder with cheese?
Chatting about me and Billy es
Now S.O.V u wish!
S.O.V can’t speak!
S.O.V just quit!
Aw whatever don’t talk wid ur mouth full!
That’s alright discussing me, it’s all publicity
Even if u don’t like me ur still dashing my name around the city
Its all good though, blup blup publicity for free!
White midget, ahuh mine frigit
Somebody just dialled my digits
Is it for ur nan? Is it? Ha! Flatter for the way that u use ur credit
If you go say im nobody
Well if im nobody then why are u ringing me?!
U drained ur credit that’s filling it
While my style, u sure ur not feeling it?
Blah blah blah blah blah
What we telling dem? One mirror is comes out straight far
Repeating urself like u r a star
Wid all ur marter like reh reh reh rah
Why do we ever suffer? I dunno
All ur words in my brain turning into clutter
Repeating urself like u are a star
Wiv all ur marter like reh reh reh rah
People want to classify me as an Eminem
What hear what im a different kind of specimen
Just because I be a white Caucasian
Doesn’t mean me and him are the same because
One im not American
Two im not a man
Three I come into with a different kind of plan
Setting the facts straight cos I know that I can
Will it ever wait cos I do the ultravan
Categories I don’t fit into any
Why? Im onto top the stars many
Writing out more lines than Burberry
Then it will be like a victim of 20
(spits)
make them lick my saliva off the floor
that spit that’s bad
when I walked in the door
release my metaphor
like o blimey!
Blah blah blah blah blah
What we telling dem? One mirror is comes out straight far
Repeating urself like u r a star
Wid all ur marter like reh reh reh rah
Why do we ever suffer? I dunno
All ur words in my brain turning into clutter
Repeating urself like u are a star
Wiv all ur marter like reh reh reh rah
Yo listen up
I know you know most about me over your Sunday roast
Or mid-morning cheese on toast
But when I found out you’re talking
Its all different you start squawking
“SOV I never said that!”
“SOV u know u aint white”
“SOV I love your track”
Well what you want bitch a pound in d bank?
I’m varying cos im soon to be best friends
From best friends comes the next blahbarian
They only start caring when ur preparing the new rhythm
Dat gets the kids wearing
and Oh god I got posh people swearing
The rich the poor the snobs the whores
Oh dear Blahbarians galore!
Blah blah blah blah blah
SHUTTUP! One mirror is comes out straight far
Repeating urself like are a star
Wid all ur marter like reh reh reh rah
Why do we ever suffer?
All ur words in my brain turning into clutter
Repeating urself like u are a star
Wiv all ur marter like reh reh reh rah
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Oioioi! This is the midget's mansion. Yo. An' if you ain't invited you ain't comin' in'... by... S.O.V...
It's like orcas splashin, people crashin
Unnecessary drunken feuds is fashion
Clean up that spilt drink or you ain't crashin
My bed's out of bounds, so strictly no lashin
Where's my debit card? NOBODY MOVE
You ain't gettin out of dis room until I prove
That you didn't take it and I misplaced it
Now get out my chair. I wanna trade face, bitch!
All these facety chicks 'ave gotta face it
Even on a Friday evening when I'm wasted
You see this life? Well you'll never gonna taste it
I don't associate with wasters
[Chorus:]
There's a gatherin. Where's it at? My yard.
Who's reachin? It's gettin messed up
There's a gatherin. Where's it at? My yard.
Who's reachin? It's getting mashed up
There's a gatherin. Where's it at? My yard.
Who's reachin? It's gettin messed up
There's a gatherin. Where's it at? My yard.
Who's reachin? It's getting fukked up!
Now who's in my yard? I've lost count.
There's 10 downstairs, there's 4 on the couch
There's 5 runnin about, someone better bounce
Before I - ding ding! And your lights are out
Or you get left out, like the ginger girls are louts
Someone's vomitin, give me the sponge and towel
Allow it. I'll clean up the sick.
Why have another sip if you can't even handle it?
Lightweights � I really can't stand em
Stay away 'cos I'll do sum'in random (roar)
And they're monkeys, and their faces are brown
And the world comes to the midget's mansion
[Chorus:]
Who's reachin? Who's getting �wot wot? [x7]
So that's me drunk as a skunk
Shaggin, like, some offbeat punks
So I got scared and went to the shop and got my junk food
I wasn't tryin to be rude. I was in the gatheration spirit, innit?
My bedroom stinkin of fries and Guinness
I gave it one look and I said "Bin it!"
"She said that she'd be back in a minute." Izzit?
How 'bout next Friday?
[Chorus x2]
Yeah. Get to know dis. Gatheration. It's not called a house party no more.
Yeah. Gatheration Nation. Lady Sovereign, on time. Make way for the S.O.V.!
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(Feat. Missy Elliott)
[Lady Sovereign]
Yeah!!
It's officially the biggest midget in the game
I dunno...
Make way for the S-O-Veeeeeeeee!
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Love me or hate me, it's still an obsession
Love me or hate me, that is the question
If you love me then - thank you
If you hate me then - fuck you!
[Missy Elliott]
I'm ridin like a Range Rover, bitch move over
Wear mo' ice than the bears in the polar
Off my shoulders - ice, baby
Don't the jewelry look - nice, baby
I don't really give a WHAAAT
I tell 'em all they can kiss my BUTT
I got three groupies up in the CLUB
And they payin for the tab, pick it UP
I'm a lover, I don't need to fight
Give me time and I'll blow your mind
If you give me two secs to blow your mind
Yeah five plus five, yeah, I'm a dime
Yeah I got twelve cars and I'm a star, okay kay?
Them seven digits numbers that's the cash in my baaaank
I write, I sing, and I do my, do my, do my thing
I dance, romance, and Lady Sovereign tell 'em how it is
[Chorus]
[Lady Sovereign]
Stars whine, hair to the side
Cainrow look like addidas three stripe
No one got creps like mine
When I step you see that shit shine
Why not show flesh boy I'm so fresh to death
But when I wake up early early I got that dirty mornin breath
Whoops! My burp in the face again
My friend don't get offended, mm-kay?
I'm the realest girl in the game and no I ain't pretendin
Yeah I got no car but I'm a star okay?
Them seven digits numbers well umm, they're not that far away
Alright, I don't sing, but I do my thing
I don't dance, I just grin, it's Missy Elliot 'N' Sovereign
[Chorus]
[Lady Sovereign]
Love me or hate me, love me or hate me
Love me or hate me.. ah ha ha
HA!!!
[repeat 2X]
So I can't dance and I really can't sing, yeah
I can only do one thing and that's be Lady Sovereign
[Chorus] - 2X
[repeat 2X]
Love me or hate me, love me or hate me
Love me or hate me, love me or hate me...
I can only do one thing and that's be Lady Sovereign
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there's no point in asking
you'll get no reply
oh just remember a don't decide
i got no reason and it's too all much
you'll always find us out to lunch
oh we're so pretty
oh so pretty we're vacant yeah
oh we're so pretty
oh so pretty we're vacant yeah
don'y ask us to attend
'cos we're not all there
oh don't pretend 'cos i don't care
i don't belive illusions
'cos too much is real
so stop you'r cheap comment
'cos we know what we feel
oh we're so pretty
oh so pretty we're vacant yeah
oh we're so pretty
oh so pretty we're vacant yeah
oh we're so pretty
oh so pretty we're vacant yeah
oh we're so pretty
oh so pretty we're vacant yeah
nand now we don't care
there's no piont in asking
you'll get no reply
I just remember a don't decide
i got no reason it's all too much
you'll always find us out to lunch
oh we're so pretty
oh so pretty we're vacant yeah
oh we're so pretty
oh so pretty we're vacant yeah
oh we're so pretty
we're vacant yeah
we're vacant yeah
we're vacant yeah
we're vacant yeah
oh we're so pretty
oh so pretty we're vacant yeah
oh we're so pretty
oh we're so pretty
we're vacant yeah
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Chorus: (x2)
If u beat ur bredrin wif a broom n she dnt get up
Call de ambulance n tell em that she jus got wack up
It's like nee naw bang bang nee naw bang bang nee naw bang bang thats what i sang,
If ur drivin me crazy, thats what she said like she waz Britney,
Ar u takin summet u really shudnt cuz ya name aint Whitney,
Stupid lil bitch dnt u eva start a riot,
If u wanna b startin sumfin, y not start a diet?
Now neva eva eva eva eva drink Stella,
Cuz it will send u spinnin lyk a helicopter propeller,
Like peanut butta nutella u nutty bitch,
Huh,
Dnt make me switch,
Chorus (x2)
She gave me a fat lip, what's u drinkin cats piss?
U failed actress, put blood on ya matress,
U had 2 clean it up.. aww,
U stupid fuck,
Bitch did u jus call me a shmuck?
Dnt push ur luck!
She broke ma glasses, i tell u wot dey wernt cheap,
Mayb she wus jealous ov d property dat i keep,
U P.I.G u shud hav grown up on the prairy,
Bitch, neva eva eva get lairy agen..
Chorus (x2)
Ok so dis is wot happened,
She invited me 2 her house,
An when i got der she was all lyk 'rrrrr im crazy'
My frendz wer der, her frendz wer der,
She was jus actin lyk a (?)
'errrrrr'
Shut up, i neva eva try n pop violent agen, cuz i will pick up ur broom n will b cleanin ur house.
Chorus (x2)
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(feat. Baby Blue, JME, Skepta, Jammer, Ears)
Make way for da S O V,
J M E
Serious
Baby Blue
Bass N Verbals
Itz d Merga Man
Ears
[JME:]
Everybody nowz dt I'm nt a goodie goodie
Cz I'm rockin my addidas hoodie
U might not see me on d streets at nite
But u definitely see my white three stripes
[x2]
[Skepta:]
I'm a shower face man n I'm goin on shower,
In my addidas hoodie goin on shower,
Skeptaz goin on so shower,
D oldahz gi me straps like power,
I'm on d same vibe as soveriegn,
If d jacket ain't got a hood I ain't boverin,
Sumtymez I go 2 d shubz n dey try tell a man no hatz no hoodz,
But I still wear addidas when I get dressed
Boy betta know I'm dressed to impress
Cause I gotta luk my best
And I mite see a writer dt works 4 d press
With beautiful breasts
So I gota make sure my dres code is bless
So when I ask her out for a drink... I make sure she says yes
[Lady Sovereign:]
I like my trackies big and baggy
Datss rite for my flatty batty
Hoodies saggin
3 stripes slaggin
Fresh dks I sell dese fashion
3 stripes but not like tesco
Addidas hoodies are d bes doe
My dress code don't involve dresses
I got a hoodie fetish
Euurgh
Her who's she who's dat who's her
It's soveriegn init her,
Euurgh
Her who's she who's dat who's her
It's dat big midget eurgh
She likes, he likes, we like our three stripes
Him, who, her what everybody her,
Him, who, her what everybody her,
She likes, he likes, we like our three stripes
Him, who, her what everybody her,
Him, who, her what everybody her,
[Earz:]
U mite see me in my addidas hoodie
Can't chat shit to me I rep fully
Three stripes fly down to my feet
Right if it ain't x-clus den it ain't 4 me
Picture plus on earz at all timez
Hoodz up like say we'r all on crime
Gota luk fine fine but three stripes feel right
Especially if I see grime
Hood up
If u wna see my face derz 2 words to say to u and das
Gd luck
Got a tink of, dis one or dat one leme fink, gosh
Tops wid hoods yea yea I rock dem
I'm from d hood so yea I love dem
So if u see me in d endz wiv my hood
Dat don't mean I'm a hood one
[Jammer:]
Wiv addidas I come too far
I rock my three stripes just like it's a scar
Dey give me free gudz js cause I'm a star
Nike offer me but I dnt dem nar
Take it how u want u can call it a par
But I'm big in d game lyk double d bra
Merga man is gna go far
I'm so hot u kan call me tar
And jus for d banker
Buss addidas tracksuits yea das nang cause
Addidas repz so js sank her
So luk good so gash n ghetto wore
Yea 2 fort I'm for d nex war
Seez d video pon cable
So chek bk d war dat das my neighbor
So purchase a star able
[Lady Sovereign:]
She likes, he likes, we like our three stripes
Him, who, her what everybody her,
Him, who, her what everybody her,
She likes, he likes, we like our three stripes
Him, who, her what everybody her,
Him, who, her what everybody her,
[Baby Blue:]
Fink it's about time that I told those
Bouncers I'm cumin in with my shell toes
Got me misunderstood in d zipped up hood
Maybe wudda bin better off rockin stilettos
But I won't go to d youngaz stand dis
I wil still walk in in my white stan smiths
And cut up d place quickly I'm in an out
Make n suk up d taste spreadin a lil lyric out
All day I dream about
Sumfin I shudnt b finkin about
Stop watchin dat fing dat your wearin and stop starin
Jus put dat drink in your mouf
It's d remix rollin n onnin
And u know dat itz hot wen I'm holdin d zone
An alla d moanin itz long dese dayz
I'm in r dot s and I'm gone
[JME:]
Everybody nowz dt I'm nt a goodie goodie
Cz I'm rockin my addidas hoodie
U might not see me on d streets at nite
But u definitely see my white three stripes
But your 2 stripes luk a bit fishy
Ona your three stripes is missin
But not lyk missy wid d one 2 step
Or JME wid d addidas creps
Your bredrinz say OHH SHIT wen dey see my tracksuit
Dere lyk JME is NANG
U see his hoodie? u get me fam!
Ay but look at hiz creps!
Den dey see my x-clus and dat
And dere lyk RAATED CUZ I neva nu he had DAT!
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