Dizzee Rascal - Maths+English (2007) by Dizzee Rascal (보컬) on maniadb.com

I've got shit I wanna share with you
Couple things, explain da reasons why I can't be there with you
Back in da day, we both thought we'd never split past
Didn't see no definite endin' to da madness 'n' da lust
Never thought I'd be packin' 'n' jackin' for somethin' more solid
I ain't changed, I just found a better way to steal ma knowledge
Runnin' around hyper criminal had me locked for a while
Da studio gave me a lot, more creative style
Took me to another world beyond that estate
Some kind of haven from da beef 'n' some of da stress mate
I wouldn't call it no escape, da roads are in ma heart
Makin' it that more difficult for me to climb da chart
But it's da sacrifice I make, it's all good, star
Same reason I ain't always in da hood, star
I do ma thing 'n' I'm graftin' like I always was
It just ain't quite like it was, simply cause...

There's a world outside of tha manor 'n' I want you to see it
I can see it, I can see it, I can see it
There's a world outside of tha ends 'n' I want you to see it
I can see it, I can see it, I can see it
There's a world outside of tha hood 'n' I want you to see it
I can see it, I can see it, I can see it
There's a world outside of tha ghetto 'n' I want you to see it
I can see it, I can see it, I can see it

Money, cars, guns, women melts my desire
I'm gonna stay red blooded 'til I expire
Not caught up in da hype, I'm caught up in da scheme of things
Seen a couple figures, but I still dream of things
Like da kinda shit money can't connect me wiv
Unconditional love, I won't regret to give
I'm young, black, rich an' ruthless, I swear, star
Still if you need a helpin' hand, you know I'm there, star
I'm from da street, you're from da street, we all done dirt
Now it's time to flip da script, fuck da sufferin' 'n' da hurt
'Cause I've seen da bigger picture, it's all good
There really is a world outside of da hood

There's a world outside of tha manor 'n' I want you to see it
I can see it, I can see it, I can see it
There's a world outside of tha ends 'n' I want you to see it
I can see it, I can see it, I can see it
There's a world outside of tha hood 'n' I want you to see it
I can see it, I can see it, I can see it
There's a world outside of tha ghetto 'n' I want you to see it
I can see it, I can see it, I can see it

Blud, when you hear them sirens coming,
I can hear them sirens coming,
Better run when you hear them sirens coming,
I can hear them sirens coming

[VERSE 1]

1 to the 2 to the 3 to the 4,
Limewise police knocking at ma door,
12 black boots on ma bedroom floor,
What they want with Rascal I'm not sure,
Took me to the station, eight thirty
For a fight that I had recently,
Say they got me on CCTV,
And the pussy homeboyz told on me,
Can't understand why these boyz keep snitchin'
Can't understand why these boyz keep bitchin',
Now I'm hot tempered, feel like switchin',
Can't stand still, trigger finger itching,
Gotta stay calm, gotta keep ma cool,
If I go jail, I'll be a damn fool,
Gotta rise up, gotta stand up tall,
Can't let them see the end of Dizzee Rascal

Blud, when you hear them sirens coming,
I can hear them sirens coming,
Better run when you hear them sirens coming,
I can hear them sirens coming

Blud, when you hear them sirens coming,
I can hear them sirens coming,
Better run when you hear them sirens coming,
I can hear them sirens coming

Yo man, lets take it back to that old skool story telling shit, get me!

[VERSE 2]

One day I was with ma bredwin Aido roaming the street,
On the main road, hungry, looking for something to eat,
Not no burger and no chips, shit that's easily digested,
It's that shit that if you're caught, you'll be easily arrested,
We was on a robbing spree,
I forgot to mention Clayton: was a bredda rollin' with us
He was scared and it was blatant; he was prang,
Back to the story, Aido spotted a man straight ahead of us
In the distance with his wifey holding hands,

So we followed them though this little alleyway into the flats,
When we thought the time was perfect, we crept up and we attacked,
I took the first swing, unexpected, causing panic,
It was ruthless, causing agony and public, it was tragic,
Me and Aido lost the plot, acting like we were from hell,
Beat this bredda to the floor,
Beat his wifey up aswell,
Clayton stood back, shaken, wishing that he'd never came,
From out of nowhere was Aleesha screaming out my name,
'You're at my school',
She saw it all,
And by this time she started cryin' and to make it worse
I'm hearing sirens I ain't even trying to hide.

Blud, when you hear them sirens coming,
I can hear them sirens coming,
Better run when you hear them sirens coming,
I can hear them sirens coming

Blud, when you hear them sirens coming,
I can hear them sirens coming,
Better run when you hear them sirens coming,
I can hear them sirens coming

I can hear the sirens coming
I can hear the sirens coming
I'll break the law I will never change
I'll break the law I will never change
I'll break the law I will never change
Step on to my soil, you'll get your whole face rearranged

[VERSE 3]

See me on telly, but I ain't no actor,
Running through the streets, bare faced as a jackhawk,
Broad daylight, no shame like a lunatic,
Rain, hail, sleet or snow, I ain't new to it,
Show me what you got, better give it up quickly,
Lay 'em on their back, if they chat back swiftly,
Better mind out when they come through the manor, man,
Keep 'em on their toes like hammer man.

It's no joke, man, woman and child I'm seeking,
See no sex, no age I'm creeping
Anything through the door, cold on the wheelers,
Duck from the feds and I roll with the dealers,
Fly with the hard heads and young offenders
Though my life ain't nothing like Eastenders,
Every time I get your whole face rearranged,
I break the law I will never change!

[Verse 1: Dizzee Rascal]
Liar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street
You just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat
You ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet
You're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt
You're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk
Love to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk
What's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true
I know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you
You ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun
You ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?
You should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look
You're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book
And settle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle
You know that if it's on, that you ain't drawing for no metal
I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G
Well if that's the case, then que sera and what will be will be

[Hook]

Where's the G's? Where's the stars?
Where's the whips? Where's the cars?
Where's the cribs? And where's the yards?
Cause all I see is hype
Where's the dough? Where's the cash?
Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?
Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?
Cause all I see is hype
Too many moots on the TV
How many real crooks on the TV?
All I hear is dead hooks on the TV
Being real these days ain't easy
Too many moots on the TV
How many real crooks on the TV?
All I see is bare poop on the TV
Being real these days ain't easy

[Verse 2: Bun B]
Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again
Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking
I'm like, really though, what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?
Cause we don't believe you, need more people, y'all might as well just pack it in
Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold
Show me your workers, show me your shooters, lemme see the neighbourhood you control
Lemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you
And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do
Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?
Are you really gonna man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real
Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger
I don't think so, 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga
Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama and you know that you really don't want it
So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it
Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected
Trill recognize trill, so just respect it and check it
And tell me

[Hook]
Where's the G's? Where's the stars?
Where's the whips? Where's the cars?
Where's the cribs? And where's the yards?
Cause all I see is hype
Where's the dough? Where's the cash?
Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?
Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?
Cause all I see is hype
Too many moots on the TV
How many real crooks on the TV?
All I hear is dead hooks on the TV
Being real these days ain't easy
Too many moots on the TV
How many real crooks on the TV?
All I see is bare poop on the TV
Being real these days ain't easy

[Verse 3: Pimp C]
Where the Benz and where the hoes?
Candy niggas with candy clothes
Where the cocaine? Where the o's?
Where the SoundScan, where the shows?
You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?
Where the diamonds and where the Lac
You say that you, that you, in hot pursuit
But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute
I got everything I say
Don't believe me, ask Lil' J
On the West ask Ice-T
Fuck good but my dick ain't free
So hood I used to whip the D
Patron and wood, when I'm in the B
Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C
Bitch, I got a bunch of names
Getting head in the H.O.V. lane
Getting red, I let my nuts hang
Wear a lot of red, but it ain't no gang
Chased by the feds, but it ain't no thang
I guess they think I still sell cocaine
92 carrots in my chain
Jumping out a red-candy thing
Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail
Before I tell them hoes shit, fuck the law, they can eat my dick
The main niggas that pop the trunk
Go to the pen and get with them punks
Then come home, trying to act tough
When they was up there, getting fucked in the butt

[Hook]
Where's the G's? Where's the stars?
Where's the whips? Where's the cars?
Where's the cribs? And where's the yards?
Cause all I see is hype
Where's the dough? Where's the cash?
Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?
Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?
Cause all I see is hype
Too many moots on the TV
How many real crooks on the TV?
All I hear is dead hooks on the TV
Being real these days ain't easy
Too many moots on the TV
How many real crooks on the TV?
All I see is bare poop on the TV
Being real these days ain't easy

[Hook]
Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up
Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up
They wanna rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up
Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up

[Verse 1]
Sometimes when I'm on my own
And there ain't no one around, I feel all alone
Laying in my bed, I'm a nervous wreck
And I wind myself up until I'm vexed
Keep telling myself they're out to get me
And I ain't sure who, so I make it up
Come to my own conclusions I'm crazy
Start thinking up all kinds of stuff
Like, fuck my girl, I know she cheating
That golddigger bitch just thieving
Act like I don't care but I'm grieving
Start switching up for no reason
Told myself I ain't got no friends
Fuck my people, fuck my ends
No rational thought, I'm low
I'm paranoid, all I know is they wanna

[Hook]
Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up
Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up
They wanna rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up
Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up

[Verse 2]
And then I think about beef
Over the years I've had so much grief
Whole lot of drama, in and out of East
Won't let anyone take me for a chief
And man's say they got my back
But it's really all just chat
Cause when it all gets on top
They leave me alone to scrap
And I went to the ends, heard whispers
Old friends chatting 'bout kidnapping
Now they hurt my pride and ego
I don't care about rap, I'm strapping
But the olders told me ignore it
Cause I really ain't got time for it
And the ghetto, I already saw it
I'm in the world now, I gotta explore it
I can't let 'em

[Hook]
Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up
Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up
They wanna rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up
Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up

[ Verse 3 ]
No guts, no glory, no get, no gain
No love, no pain, I'm going insane
It's all too much for the brain
I'm so paranoid, I feel strange
And it's so long-range
Been too long, I gotta make some change
Fuck the world, I'd rather take some blame
Or I could just buy a platinum chain
Diamond rings and and other shiny things
Maybe the bling'll help me maintain
Or at least that it help to explain
What's my path, am I in the right lane?
Why I feel so left out in the rain?
Why's it hard, it should be simple and plain
All I see when I'm in this game
Everybody wanna

[Hook]
Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up
Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up
They wanna rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up
Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up

[Hook]
My hat is low, my trousers too
And people say that I'm too rude
But I don't care cause I'm the shit
So you can all just suck my dick
Just suck my

[Verse 1]
When I was a kid I had a chip up on my shoulder
It ain't getting better, even though I'm getting older
People get offended by the way I talk so freely
Pushing up their face and acting funny when they see me
But I'm raggo, damn it, so I say fuck it
If you don't like the way I do my thing, then you can suck it
I really don't give a shit, I really don't care for your approval
I'm a fucking G, I'll carry on doing my shit as usual
Cause

[Hook]
My hat is low, my trousers too
And people say that I'm too rude
But I don't care cause I'm the shit
So you can all just suck my dick
Just suck my

You know I mean, man?
I'm just trying to be me, man
I'm just trying to be free, man
Whagwan man, let me be, man
What's the problem?
Ya get me?
I don't apologize for nothing

[Verse 2]
I try to act right, I try to be polite
But I can't take no shite, you best believe I might
Just punch you in your moosh, I war like Georgy Bush
No need to keep it stush, it's best if you just shush
And stay out of my way cause I don't wanna play
Sorry, what did you say? Alright whatever, mate
I don't give a shit who likes it, I don't give a shit who don't
Don't tell me to change my fucking attitude because I won't

[Hook]
My hat is low, my trousers too
And people say that I'm too rude
But I don't care cause I'm the shit
So you can all just suck my dick
Just suck my

[Verse 3]
Bingo, I got the lingo
Come through your window
Starr like Ringo
Beef, chat bout?
I'm involved
Keep near danger like Penfold
Dylan, Lincoln estate, man
Yeah I'm straight, man
Everything's great, man
Talk low it, can't shake, man
Why bother, wait, man
Come and take man, waisman
Come and get me
Killers respect me
You can't sweat me
I'm the One like Jet Li
So come check me
Who wanna wet me?
Fuck that! Suck someone
On a dumb one
I'll touch someone
Try and test Raskit, what a bumbum
Rudeboy, I don't care about no one

[Hook]
My hat is low, my trousers too
And people say that I'm too rude
But I don't care cause I'm the shit
So you can all just suck my dick
Just suck my

I wanna see you dip, dip, dip
And let me see you rock, rock, rock
I wind upon ya hip, hip, hip
And never ever stop, stop, stop

I wanna see you dip, dip, dip
And let me see you rock, rock, rock
I wind upon ya hip, hip, hip
And never ever stop, stop, stop

I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you move like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you whine like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

I love it when I see a pretty girl winding
I can even watch a butters girl grindin'
Control the body with great timing
Ain't shy in the dark, there shining,
Does someat to me when I see her vibes in
Drop it like it's hot, you got my tings rising
So frequent, there's no disguising
What d'you expect, that ain't surprising.

These girls get my blood pressure rising
They're wiggling 'n' jiggling, I'm hidin'
Checkin' them back offers so them fightin'
So natural girls, so excitin'
Gotta bit on dis, don't wanna get right in.
'Tis better now, widda mandem fightin'
Never ever shit, no matter scores risin'
'Scuse me, you really gotta say somethin'

I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you move like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you whine like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

Girlfriend, how you whine like that,
Beautiful. you look so fine like that,
Ain't seen her for a long time like that,
You should go to jail for a crime like that.
Buss up the floor, you don't cut no slack,
Dancehall King, you're not at all laid back.
Make up for what the uvva girls lack,
Look so good, you got me going off ch...ch.ch, track.
I can't even chat
While ma heartbeats going rat-at-tat-tat
So serious, ya got me ill like that
Temperature rising y'know, I feel like that.
Nah fo'real, ya could kill like that
Widda double D, wi' pure skill like that,
I can't get enuff, so it's real like that
I'd love it if ya'd flex wiv Dil like that

I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you move like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you whine like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

Ok, alright
Let's dance, all night
Alright, ok
Let's dance, all day
Ok, alright
Let's dance, all night
Alright, ok
Let's dance, all day

Gosh golly, my oh my
Hoping that you ain't looking at any other guy
Your figure is so pleasin' to the eye
Especially when you do the bubble or the butterfly.
See a bit of sweat drippin' down your thigh
But somehow, you still stay high an' dry.
Gosh, ya make a Rude Boi so shy
Got the whole club sayin' my oh my
Please don't stop, please don't stop, give it
If not, show me how I gotta get wiv it
You're da best, I ain't scared to admit it
What's the deal, you're looking at me like izzit?
But ya won't know less ya come pay a visit
Life's too short to be cautious, innit
Don't just stand on the edge, come live it

I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you move like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you whine like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

[Intro]
You know it's that time, cuz...
What time is it, man?
Summer time man.
Yo, I love this time of year man, I love it haha.
The girls are out, they're wearing a lot less...
No time like summertime, blood.
Its all nice man, its all lovely, time to live it up man, yeah yeah.

[Verse 1]
Summer in the city, such a very special time,
If you put aside the traffic, air pollution and the grime.
You'll be pleased to be reminded that the girls are looking fine
And, apart from money, that's the only thing that's on my mind.
Short skirts, belly tops, fake tan, string vests,
With da bra underneath, so the man's gettin hard off of half of a glimpse...
I got plans to be scooping up a couple buff tings if I can.
If I can't, then I'm still live,
I go 'n' check my little yappy by da seaside
'Cos I no she's live, plus she's a dealer,
She gives me hospitality, she treats me right,
That's what I need right !?
And if not, then I'm on a little mission to Los Angeles
To check my Beverley Hill honey to see I she can handle this,
Pimpin' ain't no easy thing 'n' some of these chicks are scandalous
But I'm a player and I say I gotta be the man for this, I love you.

[Verse 2]
I don't believe in fate,
Life is what you make it, make it great.
I'm tryna elevate,
Concentrate on gettin' my papers straight.
Survive the great escape,
From the ends, I used to congregate
Intil I could no longer wait
I had to find the bruvas,
Otherwise I would of been worthless, making fast on the estate
Ignorant to what the earth is offering when I should take,
Every chance 'n' every opportunity to try and make,
Every second 'n' every breath of life, something to celebrate.
So I been around the world, now close to the occasional boast.
Different folks, different strokes, black, white 'n' asian.
All these ladies look incredible, still got me gazin'
Ridin' jet skis on power boats, feel so amazing.
Club poppin' in Ibiza, I got pull up right outside
The entrance, in the hummer people glare
Then they stop, stare and wonder who I am 'n' who I'm not,
I just take it in my stride, but I ain't never felt this hot and I love you.

One two, one two, one two, mike, check, check, check, yeah, one two, yeah, yeah, clear, clear, yeah.

I'm a young ragga *bredda* from the LDN, in my Nike air bubbles and they cost one ten.
Got these beanies on ma lap, and they all want the length, I'm a ghetto superstar, come straight from the ends.
An I walk it like I talk it, brother ain't just hype, makin' moves for the money everyday an every night.
Best to believe I keep it tight, best to believe I'm movin' right, keep my business on the low, you best to believe I'm outta sight
I like money money money, girls girls, cash cash, I'll let the champagne splash.
Yo, I'm not a gang banger but I'm good with a mash, make you scratch your head an wonder is he really that flash
But it really doesn't matter cos you know I keep it movin, middle of the dancefloor, lean, I'm grooving.
Baby cocked her bumper out, you know I gotta wind it, when we leave the club I'm really gonna get behind it.

Nike air bubbles on my feet, lookin fresh, got my brand new garms on, dress to impress.
Got my phone line poppin, all these beanies gotta crush, keep something in my pocket case these fellas try an rush.

Brown eyes, five ten, dark skin, Mr Dizzee rascal, why you even askin.
Under cover lover, girls call me buff ting, but, used to keep a balaclava restin on my chin.
An it's the ends here, hustle hustle, bling bing, blow it in, about to hear the fat lady sing.
Don't matter what I'm sayin, it's the answer within, but, lifes a jungle, everybody wants to be the king.
But it's alright though, I got my eyes on the prize, money in my draw, bigger picture in my eyes.
Hands around my testicles, little finger risen, every step that I take is a step with precision.
I'm precise, precisely why my future's lookin nice, the penthouse is lovely, it's a shame about the price.
But you only live twice, that's on the real, no matter where I am I'll always be the real deal.

Education starts with discipline, I'm listenin, but conversations kinda muffled since I got rich and tings.
Double turn, indirectly spoke, I never heard a thing, under ground or overground, whats the difference I'm the king.
Learnt devine right, its my heinsight. I see it all, cos I aint that fake to spread my wings an fly, you're a fool.
Talikn like you're mighty and you're high, but I know you're small, there's no logic in your gossip, just the writings on the wall.
Over ignorant, you aint got it, you just play far, far from the realist old dog, menace, you're a mark.
If you're deep, why you gotta roll fifty to the club, blood, who d'you think your foolin with that fake crew love.
The streets don't cater for no long term plan, these roads don't give a damn about any man.
I try an show these brothers, they refuse to understand, so I'll just keep doin what I'm doin while I can.


East side crew, west side crew, north side crew, south side crew.
East side crew, west side crew, north side crew, saw side crew.

[Chorus]
Sometimes T think the whole world's gone crazy
The shit I see, it don't cease to amaze me
I get baffled everytime I try suss it
And now i've had a lot
So excuse me please, f**k it

[Verse 1]
Can somebody tell me what this world's about
Can somebody tell me what this life's about
I just can't work it out

No sense, no logic
I can't get a grip of it
I do my best to understand it
But i've never got it
I watch the people stuck it out
The struggle in the system

But the errors are the same, whether a muslim or a Christian
There so much hate in the world
We're fighting, what are we fighting for
When the rich kid getting richer
And the poor keep getting ignored
Lord...

[Chorus] x2
Sometimes I think the whole world's gone crazy
The shit I see, it don't cease to amaze me
I get baffled every time I try suss it
And now i've had a lot


So excuse me please, f**k it

[Verse 2]
I took it there it there
And now its time to take it further

If a policeman kill someone
Is that policeman still a murderer
He's got a worthy cause, I guess
That gives him some immunnity
Or is he just another lost soul in the community
To take a life's a serious thing
And only god can judge it
Would he look at it, like its for the safety of the public
And if you dont wanna pay the price
You really shouldnt f**k it
I know im playing with fire
But f**k it I love it
Cos....

[Chorus] x2
Sometimes I think the whole world's gone crazy
The shit I see, it don't cease to amaze me
I get baffled everytime I try suss it
And now i've had a lot
So excuse me please, f**k it

...................

Gotta keep my head above water
Gotta stay head-strong, keep rolling on
No point getting caught in the hype is long
Like I don't know right from wrong
So I gotta be real
Nothing to prove, I'm still
Big in the hood, I feel
So in control, I'm chill
No one ain't knocking off Dill
So I stay top on the bill
I'm the main event, the headliner
Went from jungle DJ to rhymer
Never thought I would be the big timer
But I still par it like, yo, it's a minor
Cause I still rep my ends, still check my friends
Can I keep it up? I guess it all depends
If I can keep my mind right
Don't get tempted by the limelight
I think I'll be alright


Temptation leads like your naughty mate
The one that used to get you in bother
The one you can never bring yourself to hate


Can't avoid the temptation
But I know I gotta change my ways
And keep my nose clean, gotta fix up
Take a look at my life cause I ain't sixteen
And I ain't no boy, ain't no kid
The world ain't flat and the picture's big
Certain things that I gotta get rid
And a whole lot more that I gotta get with
So I gotta stay and roam on my own
Gotta move on, I can't stay at home
Cause I know what's there is all the same
Crack, cocaine and ghetto fame
Cold hard cash and a bit of a name
And I've see it all, so I need a change
Lost too many bredrens to the game
And you could say temptation's to blame




We used to be tight
Me and my naughty friends
Caused pure madness in the ends
I mean day and night
We robbed, we stole, we loved to fight
Smoking, drinking, joyriding
Drugs, thugs, not law-abiding
Reckless youngsters, no direction
No sign of correction
But then I switched it up, changed my ways
Got in the area like, "Oh my days"
But not my naughty friends, they're not fazed
Can't believe that this music pays
See no reason why we can't do
All the things that we've always done
Still in my heart I know that's just wrong
But it's hard to fight the temptation, son

[Alright mate]
Lily Allen:
So you wanna be a gangster?
Tell me just one thing
What you know about being a hard-man?
Your mum buys your bling
Your pockets getting bigger but you couldn't pull the trigger if you need to
Cause you haven't got it
So you might as well quit

Dizzee Rascal:
I'm moving, couldn't be losing
Nothing but a success thing, I'm proving
Nothing to you half-heart wasters
Standing there yap-yap-yapping on cruising
Nobody dictates, I'm choosing
Where I go, what I do with my life, stupid
And I hold my own, I'm Raskit
You better watch your tone, you spastic
'Low it, you're not heartless
Nothing but a lot of hot air, you're harmless
I keep getting my paper regardless
Your words don't faze me, I'm marvelous
Age 22, zero tolerance
And I ain't got no time for the nonsense
You wanna see me, come to my concerts
And we can do it on stage with a audience

Lily Allen:
So you wanna be a gangster?
Tell me just one thing
What you know about being a hard-man?
Your mum buys your bling
Your pockets getting bigger but you couldn't pull the trigger if you need to
Cause you haven't got it
So you might as well quit

Dizzee Rascal:
Beef, stripes, guts, glory
All these hype bredders in the club bore me
I wish when I'd come through they'd ignore me
I really can't deal with another war story
Bredders in my face with a fist full of paper
Trying to make out they're a big money maker
Talking all loud (Better know man a hustler)
I ain't got time, rudeboy, see you later
And I can't forget these groupies following
Fronting, raving, ranting, hollering
Yeah, I know I shouldn't be complaining
But these Jezebels do my brain in
(I ain't no groupie, who ya calling Jezebel?
Don't chat to me like I'm just any girl)
Ah security, somebody move her
(I don't wanna talk to you anyway, loser)

Lily Allen:
So you wanna be a gangster?
Tell me just one thing
What you know about being a hard-man?
Your mum buys your bling
Your pockets getting bigger but you couldn't pull the trigger if you need to
Cause you haven't got it
So you might as well quit

Lily Allen:
That whip don't make you a big man (Nah mate)
That chain don't make you a big man (Nah mate)
I know you think you're a big man (What mate?)
But really you're just a waste, man ('low it) 2X

Dizzee Rascal:
Yo, let me wrap it up while I've still got time
Ain't nobody telling about no Grime
Cause I know where I stand with it, I'm fine
Handle your biz, I'm handling mine
Everybody chatting 'bout black-on-black crime
All I see is the blind leading the blind
I wanna leave all the pettiness behind
You don't really want to see me cross that line
Leave me alone or you'll be sorry
Beef ain't nothing new to me, you wally
Why don't you just kick back, be jolly
Stay at home with a cup of tea, watch Corrie
I'm not listening anyway, man
Who rattled your cage anyway, man
Ain't no slacking with this young man
Do what I gotta do everyday, fam

Lily Allen:
So you wanna be a gangster?
Tell me just one thing
What you know about being a hard-man?
Your mum buys your bling
Your pockets getting bigger but you couldn't pull the trigger if you need to
Cause you haven't got it
So you might as well quit