Dizzee Rascal - Boy In Da Corner (2004)

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RELEASE DATE:	2004-01-20 / 미국
DURATION:	61:32
# OF TRACKS:	16
ALBUM TYPE:	정규
GENRE/STYLE:
ALSO KNOWN AS:	-
INDEX:	623

TRACKS

Disc 1

Sittin' Here

Dizzee Rascal

4:06

(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.

(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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Stop Dat

Dizzee Rascal

3:40

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.

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.

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

I Luv U

Dizzee Rascal

4:05

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

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

(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

('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

I luv u u u u

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4:00

3:08

(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

(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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Fix Up, Look Sharp

Dizzee Rascal

3:45

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!

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)

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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Cut 'Em Off

Dizzee Rascal

3:53

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

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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Hold Ya Mouf

Dizzee Rascal

2:56

(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)

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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Round We Go

Dizzee Rascal

4:14

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.

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

(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

(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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10.

Jus A Rascal

Dizzee Rascal

3:39

(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.)

(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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11.

Wot U On

Dizzee Rascal

4:50

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]

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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12.

Jezebel

Dizzee Rascal

3:37

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

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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13.

Seems 2 Be

Dizzee Rascal

3:46

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!

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

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.

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14.

Live O

Dizzee Rascal

3:35

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)

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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15.

Do It

Dizzee Rascal

4:07

(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

(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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16.

Vexed

Dizzee Rascal

4:11

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

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'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

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2003년 중반 미국과 영국 언디 힙합신에 적잖은 파장을 잃으킨 바 있는 19살 영국 엠씨 디지 라스칼(Dizzee rascal)의 [Boy in da corner]는 키비(Kebee)와 버벌진트(Verbal jint)의 <소년을 위로해 줘>의 이미 세상물정 다 알아버린 소년의 잔혹극 버젼이라는 측면을 배제하고라도, 앨범이 담아내고 있는 매력적이면서도 위압적인 소리들은 많은 이들의 강한 긍정을 동반한 호평을 이끌어내기에 충분한 것이었다. 이 앨범 속에 담겨 있는 음악은 한번도 경험해보지 못했던 것에서 오는 생소함이 아닌 그간 힙합신에 꾸준히 타진되어 왔던 음악적 가능성에 신선함을 더한 것이었기에 난립의 여지가 어느 정도는 존재했음에도 깔끔하게 잘 정돈된 사운드를 자랑하며 청자들의 관심을 해당 뮤지...

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