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I wake up late every morning,manager's calling I'm still yawning, Get up, wake up,hair and make-up's waiting for you, don't be stalling, This performance is importan, I don't think I can put my all in, Hold on I was drunk last night , now it's all kicking in and I don't feel night, Gave my number to a breh who wasn't my type, Now my phone's on silence I'm being polite, Private callers get no love from me, Just let me be, CHORUS Oh my gosh, my days are getting longer and there's no turning back, I'm working the nine-to-five just to keep my contract, Did I sat nine I went one-thirty I ain't no early birdie, I'm lazy that's all I can say, So make sure you heard me.... "So tou gotta do some idents for Channel U." Channel who? Sorry I'm halfway through a snooze, Ohhh Channel U the ones who made me huge, Like Katie Price's boobs, WHoops I'm being rude where's my Red Bull and my sandwich, I need food, I can't handle this , I'm getting p*ssed kike pampers, Throwing a tantrum, ACTION!!! Nah actually I would rather catch my z's and count sheep in my sleep, 'Awww let's not wake her she looks quite sweet." CHORUS So my label have changed my image, I'm a pink lipstick chick called dipstick, This ain't on my wish list, oh sh*t, I'm in FHM posing in a bikini next to a Lamborghini, NExt up the theme tune for tweenies, I'm presenting C Beebies, Err have you seen me?? Never again am I drinking Lambrini, "It's all right sov.... it's just a dream... WAKE UP!!!" CHORUS |
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| 2. |
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Oioioi! This is the midget's mansion. Yo. An' if you ain't invited you ain't comin' in'... by... S.O.V It's like orcas splashin, people crashin Unnecessary drunken feuds is fashion Clean up that spilt drink or you ain't crashin My bed's out of bounds, so strictly no lashin Where's my debit card? NOBODY MOVE You ain't gettin out of dis room until I prove That you didn't take it and I misplaced it Now get out my chair. I wanna trade face, bitch! All these facety chicks 'ave gotta face it Even on a Friday evening when I'm wasted You see this life? Well you'll never gonna taste it I don't associate with wasters [Chorus:] There's a gatherin. Where's it at? My yard. Who's reachin? It's gettin messed up There's a gatherin. Where's it at? My yard. Who's reachin? It's getting mashed up There's a gatherin. Where's it at? My yard. Who's reachin? It's gettin messed up There's a gatherin. Where's it at? My yard. Who's reachin? It's getting fukked up! Now who's in my yard? I've lost count. There's 10 downstairs, there's 4 on the couch There's 5 runnin about, someone better bounce Before I - ding ding! And your lights are out Or you get left out, like the ginger girls are louts Someone's vomitin, give me the sponge and towel Allow it. I'll clean up the sick. Why have another sip if you can't even handle it? Lightweights ? I really can't stand em Stay away 'cos I'll do sum'in random (roar) And they're monkeys, and their faces are brown And the world comes to the midget's mansion [Chorus:] Who's reachin? Who's getting ?wot wot? [x7] So that's me drunk as a skunk Shaggin, like, some offbeat punks So I got scared and went to the shop and got my junk food I wasn't tryin to be rude. I was in the gatheration spirit, innit? My bedroom stinkin of fries and Guinness I gave it one look and I said "Bin it!" "She said that she'd be back in a minute." Izzit? How 'bout next Friday? [Chorus x2] Yeah. Get to know dis. Gatheration. It's not called a house party no more. Yeah. Gatheration Nation. Lady Sovereign, on time. Make way for the S.O.V.! |
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| 3. |
| 3:36 |
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Everybody in the club gettin tipsy, Oh fuck that just wine like a gypsy, Cant see straight like I got one eye, Pop your bottle open oh my, Lets get it started, Move your arms around like fucked up karate, Ohh shit my wordplays nasty, Ohh shit dont put it past me, Move titch get out the way, Nar never that Im here to staaaay, I flow lazy I pick the pace up when i feel less hazey, J'lo's got a batty, But you cant see mine coz I wear my trousers baggy, Anyways, yeah...lets comence, Everybody get random all gal dem all man dem, Everybody get random just do something random, Everybody get random all gal dem all man dem, Sovereign get random Just do something random, Smoking kills and so do my lyrics, If your poppin pills then trust your not with it, Coz I got the skills and im over the limit, Dishing lyrics like meals every second every minute, Ding Dong, special delivery, Biggest midget in the game cant get rid of me, Gimme just a minute and ill be in your versinaty, My words hurt you just like loosing virginity, Well Im right thurr, nah tell a lie coz im right there, right hurr, nah right here, now get off your churrr, i mean chair, some english mc's gettin twisted, start sayin cookies instead of biscuits, Anyways yeah.. lets commence... Chorus. Just check how my flow differs, Im dropping lyrics like a hoe dropping knickers, Im on a whole never level im oldskool like maraton proir to snickers, This shits hot, wheres the sniffers dogs, lets get random, zagazagazaga zog ( this word is not in the dictionary..its random bullshit), You wann come test me then bring it on, This is the new tinnnng, the new singalong.... Chorus |
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| 4. |
| 3:47 |
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Public Warning, Whos In Town Public Warning, All bow down Im riding here on this beat Cuz i don't give a monkeys wot u think about me Its on No long ting, its on Ding dong, whos that, peekaboo its on Yo Ladies & Gentlemen this ent no experiment Its the uneducated example of intellenge By irelevance, means more than ur irelevance Its evident, theres evidence That I Am Bloody Execelent Fast bit lmaao Wif A Dirty backhander If i discover you are a hater See i told u that im better memba wen betty bought i bit of butter well im bringin a bit a better a bitta gutter a bitta uhuh a bitta huha A bit of everylittle dam thing Chorus Crown me the pint size clown of the town See ill huff n ill puff n ill blow ur house down Or ill be the boogie woogie woman, in a boogie woogie gown N ill boogie woogie you with my boogie woogie sound Seeee i told u that im better Memba wen peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers well im pickin a bitter better a bit of gutter a bitta huhuh a bit of evry little dam thing Chorus Im that walkin dictonary Im that talking theasuarus Im that old skool, prehistoric sovasouras avee it i got a habbit of absolutley damagin any track wen i attack it see i told u that im raw memba wen she sold them seashells on the seashore well im sellin a little more a little raw a little encore please while i drop it hardcore. i dont wanna play nun of ur games i wanna play all of my games |
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| 5. |
| 3:30 |
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Yeah It's officially the biggest midget in the game I dunno Make way for the S O V Love me or hate me it's still an obsession Love me or hate me that is the question If you love me then thank you If you hate me then hey you Love me or hate me it's still an obsession Love me or hate me that is the question If you love me then thank you If you hate me then hey you I'm fat I need a diet No in fact I'm just too light And I ain't got the biggest breastss but I write all the best hits I got hairy armpits but I don't walk around like this I wear a big baggy tshirt that hides that nasty shit Ugh Never had my nails done Bite them down until they're numb I'm the one with the nonexistent bum Now I don't really give a Ugh I'm missing my shepherd's pie Like a high maintenance chick missin' her diamonds I'm missin' my clippers size Now bow down to your royal highness No I don't own a corgi Had a hamster it died cause I ignored it Go on then go on report me I'm English try and deport me Love me or hate me it's still an obsession Love me or hate me that is the question If you love me then thank you If you hate me then hey you Love me or hate me it's still an obsession Love me or hate me that is the question If you love me then thank you If you hate me then hey you I'm that funky little monkey with the tiniest ears I don't like drinking fancy champy I'll stick wit Heineken beers Whoops might burp in ya face A little unlady like What can I say Well oh gosh I'm not posh male with odd socks I do what I'm doing yeah So everybody's entitled to opinions I open my mouth and shit I got millions I'm the middle kid the riddle kid I'll make you giggle till your sick Cause my nose jiggles while I spit Yeah I do have some stories And its true I want all the glory Go on then come on support me I'm English try and deport me Love me or hate me it's still an obsession Love me or hate me that is the question If you love me then thank you If you hate me then hey you Love me or hate me it's still an obsession Love me or hate me that is the question If you love me then thank you If you hate me then hey you Love me or hate me Love me or hate me Love me or hate me So I can't dance and I really can't sing I can only do one thing And that's be Lady Sovereign So I can't dance and I really can't sing I can only do one thing And that's be Lady Sovereign Love me or hate me it's still an obsession Love me or hate me that is the question If you love me then thank you If you hate me then hey you Love me or hate me it's still an obsession Love me or hate me that is the question If you love me then thank you If you hate me then hey you Love me or hate me it's still an obsession Love me or hate me that is the question If you love me then thank you If you hate me then hey you Love me or hate me it's still an obsession Love me or hate me that is the question If you love me then thank you If you hate me then hey you Love me or hate me Love me or hate me Love me or hate me I can only do one thing And that's be Lady Sovereign Love me or hate me Love me or hate me Love me or hate me I can only do one thing And that's be Lady Sovereign |
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| 6. |
| 3:58 |
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It ain't about the tea and biscuits, i'm one of those English misfits I don't drink tea I drink spirits, and I talk a lot of slang in my lyrics These goes a horse, horses for courses, nah more like corpses on corners And staffordshire Bull terriers and late night crawlers Polics carry guns not truncheons, make your on assumptions London ain't all crumpets and trumpets, it's one big slum pit We ain't all posh like the queen, we ain't all squeaky clean Now do the tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everywhere We ain't all posh like the queen, we ain't all squeaky clean Now do the tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everywhere This is the picture I painted my low down, This is my london that I call my hometown It's where I'm living and this is my low down This is my England I'm letting you know now No I don't watch the Antiques Roadshow, I'd rather listen Run the Road And smoke someone's fresh homegrown And not get bloated on a plate of scones Cricket, bowls, croquet, nah PS2 all the way, in an English council apartment We don't all wear bowler hats and hire servants More like 24 hour surveillance and dog shit on pavements We ain't all posh like the queen, we ain't all squeaky clean Now do the tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everywhere We ain't all posh like the queen, we ain't all squeaky clean Now do the tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everywhere This is the picture I painted my low down, This is my london that I call my hometown It's where I'm living and this is my low down This is my England I'm letting you know now Big up OIiver Twist, letting us know the nitty gritty of what London really is It ain't all pretty, deal with the realness, it's all gritty, deal with the realness Ohh the changing of the Queen's guard, that's nothing for me to come out of the house form Tra la la, I'd rather sit on my arse And have a glass of Chardonnay, nah We ain't all Briget Jones clones, who say Pardon me More like gwanin mate, You get me Now I can select a few, paper people like to reject all my views Well I'm letting you know the news and well, this is the straight up truth We ain't all posh like the queen, we ain't all squeaky clean Now do the tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everywhere We ain't all posh like the queen, we ain't all squeaky clean Now do the tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everywhere This is the picture I painted my low down, This is my london that I call my hometown It's where I'm living and this is my low down This is my England I'm letting you know now |
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| 7. |
| 3:38 |
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Once again yea make way for the ...S.O.V [verse 1:] Bring out the bucket, bring out the cloth, bring out the liquid, bring out the lot, if not, lets roll her to a carwash Now washin you will be like washin a goth all that black lipsticks round their gobs, how the fuk do we get it off i think this is gonna be a very hard job. How did ya get a tan like that in winter ya ran off to boots n got a box of tinter.. dint ya!! Seeeeee.. u still got orange fingers!! [hook:] Wot network are you on....."orange" Colour of your bathwater....."orange" I think your favourite fruit must be an orange Bitch did you know your orange [x2] Slap, bang you gotta fake tan bitch you look like the tango man bogebogebo do the tango bogebogebo do the tango [verse 2:] "its the gone-wrong salon" Your clothes keep wrippin like your the female incredible hulk, you gotta broken bra, a broken top, a broken phone n a broken coat, youve bin wearin the the same jacket since you was in year 8 and it smells like you urinate on it bitch, that aint great. You tried to be christina so ya died ya hair black, but really you looked like the vicar of dibley.."wot!". on crack! Now step back and just face the facts you dont like the fact i get facety on wax, anyways talkin about wax, look at your face, girl relax!! [hook] [verse 3:] Why not flimmer on the window, saw as a pumpkin, when its approaching halloween, or on ya english breakfast place her next to the bacon she could be the beans, and you always know where shes been and you always know when shes had a pee, coz the toilet seat aint clean, the toilet seat has an orange sheen...."ching".... Bring out the detergent, scrub that umpa lumpa its urgent, have you seen her face its disturbin, how much fake tan are ya squirtin errr its hertin ma eyes its startin to look like a sunrise and ya fake tans so "ming!!" you are attracting flies! [hook:] Wot network are you on....."orange" Colour of your bathwater....."orange" I think your favourite fruit must be an orange Bitch did you know your orange [x2] Slap, bang you gotta fake tan bitch you look like the tango man bogebogebo do the tango bogebogebo do the tango [spoken:] "You got tangoed!!! and you know the worst thing.. You done it yourself hahaha!!" |
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| 3:45 |
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Little shhh for the MC please (thank-you) Yo I ain't featherweight nor bantom weight, Cause the only thing I be is heavyweight, Let me demonstrate lyrically decorate, Check out the vibe that I create, You want me to stop well it's too late, Want me to flow? Haha never mate, Never hesitate to drop the mic, I never hesitate to do what I like, Never hesitate to pick up a fight, At the things right challenging my vibe, Continue? Yes I'm sure, Get off my lyric and get a big roar, Will leave you sore like a beat up whore, All eyes them after a ten pound draw, Fighting lyrics was against the law, Be lame right now when the girl's so flawed, Eating bread and water, My living went out to slaughter, With an order, Have you come to a decision? Yes she's going to (oh shit) Don't send me there The beef for my living just to get you no what, Don't really care write what I like, So you better prepare, Oh yeah be aware Yo a little bit of shh for me, A little bit of quiet for the MC, A little bit of shh for me, Make way for the S.O.V., A little bit of shh for me Now shut your mouth for the MC A little bit hush for me Right now it's the S.O.V. Right, haha Don't joke with us small folk Yo I've had one nightstand, What you think of mic stands, Right now how it sounds I got a very hard hands (oww) An acoustic band on hand all the time, All my fans I'm in trouble uh-oh That sound pollution man got down, Well I make up noise like pots and pans, They should put my voice in an ice cream van, That way the streets won't be bland, Big-headed no, confident yes, I must confess well I'm never gonna rest, Well unless I don't want to mess, Here comes the press!! Another damn reporter, Obsessed with my disorder, Diagnosis please what's wrong with that girl? She's ill Nah she's sick Yo a little bit of shh for me, A little bit of quiet for the MC, A little bit of shh for me, Make way for the S.O.V., A little bit of shh for me Now shut your mouth for the MC A little bit hush for me Right now it's the S.O.V. Oh my God!! Pianos!! Ohh!! (haha) BRRRRRRRR!! It's cold there's a new top girl on road, Running ting running ting running ting, everything oh you been told, I requested shh and well i got it, So let me carry on this you sit back and vomit, Some say I'm cheeky like Wallace and Gromit, You know you can't stop it, Some don't like me, Like the whole Miss Spears and Madonna story, I'm horny, Just keep writing surely you could ignore me, But then again if you saw me you'll adore me (aww!) Cause I'm so cute and scrawny Spit on a track and leave it so horny (hmm) And who taught me? Nobody I did it all by myself, you can't stop me! Yo a little bit of shh for me, A little bit of quiet for the MC, A little bit of shh for me, Make way for the S.O.V., A little bit of shh for me Now shut your mouth for the MC A little bit hush for me Right now it's the S.O.V. It's ok, it's alright you, you can start making some noise now if you like, you know what i mean right? I'm not going to go completely off the rail you know what I mean? Ha thankyou Hey! [whistle] alright calm down please Alright now a little bit of shh. Yo a little bit of shh for me, A little bit of quiet for the MC, A little bit of shh for me, Make way for the S.O.V., A little bit of shh for me Now shut your mouth for the MC A little bit hush for me Right now it's the S.O.V. Yo a little bit of shh for me, A little bit of quiet for the MC, A little bit of shh for me, Make way for the S.O.V., A little bit of shh for me Now shut your mouth for the MC A little bit hush for me Right now it's the S.O.V. |
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| 3:37 |
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[Verse 1] For a second ill be the fashion police and im just looking at your garms you been on too many catalogue sprees With your grannyfied curtain designs, your hurting my eyes, You really should revise your dress sense before you walk on by, Im kinda mixed up in this disco inferno, Baggy jeans and a tight top, lemonade and pernod Im sticking out like a sore thumb but i aint concerned though, no, uh oh,oh oh oh (boogie) [Chorus (repeat 2x)] Fling on an A D I D A S hoodie and just boogie woogie with me Ohhhhh... Or you can just. put on your dancing shoes and get loose Can you get loose can you?? [Verse 2] So i was up in this trendy bar mingling My keys around my neck were jingling And you was looking at me like it was my bling You was staring at me like to say i was ginger I was dishing out out the same dirty looks trust me your the minger Errrr, whos she, whos that, whos her?? The bouncer was approaching me coz i was dressed really inappropriately No hood, no hats, no this, no that Lets rolluh olll uh olll ..(out) [Chorus (2x)] Right everybody, if youve got someone who cant dress properly, yeah you need to direct them this way. [Verse 3] Why not just cut up all your old clothes and make a quilt so i can wrap myself up when im feeling cold, Why not dash your ugly boots on the fire and burn them down to charcoal, If your not feeling the way that your bedrin is dressing dont be stressing send them in my direcion please, Black shoes , white socks, no uhh ohhh Polka dots, no uhh ohhh Flowery frocks, no uhh ohhh Just boogie woogie with me!!! [Chorus repeat until end] |
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| 3:50 |
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We used to play jump the line, Or who could wrap the swing around the frame the most times, back in the day, Riding our bike around the estate and playin` basketball in the cage, those were the days, I remember them water fights, the tap outside, Used to race our bikes, Grinnin` with two front teeth missing we did what we liked, Those days I`m missin`, those days were alright, Knock down ginger, Knock knock then shift, Two minute later we got locked in the lift, Laughin when we got out, Got into silly arguements about who found the pound on the ground, Bopped to the shops bought about ten ice pops, The weather was hot so they melted in our pockets, Used to carry my belongings in them McDonalds bumbags, That was back then so boy don`t mock it. [Chorus] Yeah Yeah Yo, those were the days I will never forget Yeah Yeah Yo, those were the days I could never regret, Yeah Yeah, Yo, those were the days I will never forget Yeah Yeah, Those were the days. Used to race down the hill in old Safeway trolleys, I wasn`t indoors playing with Barbies or dollies, I was outside jumpin` off walls or playin` foot ball, Or getting chased by the local pitbull, The odd character that every borough had, Mad Phillip, Gingerbeard or Mad Max, The face you wouldn`t wanna see when you`re on your jacks, In the places you wouldn`t be in if you stuck to your packs, Stayed out till it was pitch black, Sprayed my name out on concrete slabs, And I never got bitch-slapped, Seen a couple of mans get stabbed, Been chased by the mad man, Gotta get back so i can.. Catch a joke with my next door neightbour, We played the first Mortal Kombat on the Sega, Playing the lastest jungle tunes we had on cassette, Those were the days I will never forget [Chorus] Remember naf naf jackets and spliffy jeans, Adidas campus them things were in, It wasn`t about the king of the bling, It was about the king of rim or the king of the swing, Back then well I kinda had less, But less was much better coz it saved alot of stress, I hung out in Coffers community centre, Now they`ve knocked it down and replaced it with an Asda, My parents way of tellin` us to get our backs in, Was them sounding some old fucking claxon, We soldier marched back up to Redcliffe walk, Chalkhill Estate don`t exist no more it`s just talk. [Chorus] |
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| 3:58 |
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I say first priorities, r descussin me At maccy ds at about half three What you munching on? Ur Quarter-pounder with cheese? Chatting about me and my abilities Now S.O.V u wish! S.O.V can’t speak! S.O.V just quit! Aw whatever don’t talk wid ur mouth full! That’s right discussing me, it’s all publicity Even if u don’t like me ur still dashing my name around the city Its all good though, blup blup publicity for free! White midget, ahuh might fidget Somebody just dialled my digits Is it for ur nan? Ha! Is it? Flatter for the way that u use ur credit If you go say im nobody Well if im nobody then why are u ringing me?! U drained ur credit that’s filling it Wow my style, u sure ur not feeling it? Blah blah blah blah blah What we tell dem? In one ear and it comes stright out the other Repeating urself like u got a stutter Wiv all ur mutter like reh reh reh rah Why do we ever suffer? I dunno All ur words in my brain turning into clutter Repeating urself like u got a stutter Wiv all ur mutter like reh reh reh rah People want to classify me as an Eminem What hear what im a different kind of specimen Just because I be a white Caucasian Doesn’t mean me and him are the same because One im not American Two im not a man Three I come into with a different kind of plan Setting the facts straight cos I know that I can Will it ever wait cos I do the ultravan Categories I don’t fit into any Why? Im onto top the stars many Writing out more lines than Burberry Then it will be like a victim of 20 (spits) make them drink my saliva off the floor that spit not spat when I walked in the door release my metaphor like cor blimey its the while girl ess oh vee! Blah blah blah blah blah What we telling dem? In one ear and it comes straight out the other Repeating urself like u got a stutter Wid all ur mutter like reh reh reh rah Why do we ever suffer? I dunno All ur words in my brain turning into clutter Repeating urself like u got a stutter Wiv all ur mutter like reh reh reh rah Yo listen up I know u dont boast about me over your Sunday roast Or mid-morning cheese on toast But when I found out you’re talking Its all different you start squawking “SOV I never said that!” “SOV u know u aint white” “SOV I love your track” Well what you want bitch a pound in d bank? I’m varying cos im soon to be beg friend From the bed friend comes the next blahbarian They only start caring when ur preparing the next big riddem Dat gets the kids rehin and Oh god I got posh people swearing The rich (ch-ching) the poor the snobs the whores Oh dear Blahbarians galore! Blah blah blah blah blah SHUTTUP! in 1 ear and it comes straight out the other Repeating urself like u got a stutter Wid all ur mutter like reh reh reh rah Why do we ever suffer? All ur words in my brain turning into clutter Repeating urself like u got a stutter Wiv all ur mutter like reh reh reh rah |
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| 3:38 |
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Oioioi! This is the midget's mansion. Yo. An' if you ain't invited you ain't comin' in'... by... S.O.V... It's like orcas splashin, people crashin Unnecessary drunken feuds is fashion Clean up that spilt drink or you ain't crashin My bed's out of bounds, so strictly no lashin Where's my debit card? NOBODY MOVE You ain't gettin out of dis room until I prove That you didn't take it and I misplaced it Now get out my chair. I wanna trade face, bitch! All these facety chicks 'ave gotta face it Even on a Friday evening when I'm wasted You see this life? Well you'll never gonna taste it I don't associate with wasters [Chorus:] There's a gatherin. Where's it at? My yard. Who's reachin? It's gettin messed up There's a gatherin. Where's it at? My yard. Who's reachin? It's getting mashed up There's a gatherin. Where's it at? My yard. Who's reachin? It's gettin messed up There's a gatherin. Where's it at? My yard. Who's reachin? It's getting fukked up! Now who's in my yard? I've lost count. There's 10 downstairs, there's 4 on the couch There's 5 runnin about, someone better bounce Before I - ding ding! And your lights are out Or you get left out, like the ginger girls are louts Someone's vomitin, give me the sponge and towel Allow it. I'll clean up the sick. Why have another sip if you can't even handle it? Lightweights ? I really can't stand em Stay away 'cos I'll do sum'in random (roar) And they're monkeys, and their faces are brown And the world comes to the midget's mansion [Chorus:] Who's reachin? Who's getting ?wot wot? [x7] So that's me drunk as a skunk Shaggin, like, some offbeat punks So I got scared and went to the shop and got my junk food I wasn't tryin to be rude. I was in the gatheration spirit, innit? My bedroom stinkin of fries and Guinness I gave it one look and I said "Bin it!" "She said that she'd be back in a minute." Izzit? How 'bout next Friday? [Chorus x2] Yeah. Get to know dis. Gatheration. It's not called a house party no more. Yeah. Gatheration Nation. Lady Sovereign, on time. Make way for the S.O.V.! |
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| 3:40 |
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[Lady Sovereign] Yeah!! It's officially the biggest midget in the game I dunno... Make way for the S-O-Veeeeeeeee! [Chorus: repeat 2X] Love me or hate me, it's still an obsession Love me or hate me, that is the question If you love me then - thank you If you hate me then - fuck you! [Missy Elliott] I'm ridin like a Range Rover, bitch move over Wear mo' ice than the bears in the polar Off my shoulders - ice, baby Don't the jewelry look - nice, baby I don't really give a WHAAAT I tell 'em all they can kiss my BUTT I got three groupies up in the CLUB And they payin for the tab, pick it UP I'm a lover, I don't need to fight Give me time and I'll blow your mind If you give me two secs to blow your mind Yeah five plus five, yeah, I'm a dime Yeah I got twelve cars and I'm a star, okay kay? Them seven digits numbers that's the cash in my baaaank I write, I sing, and I do my, do my, do my thing I dance, romance, and Lady Sovereign tell 'em how it is [Chorus] [Lady Sovereign] Stars whine, hair to the side Cainrow look like addidas three stripe No one got creps like mine When I step you see that shit shine Why not show flesh boy I'm so fresh to death But when I wake up early early I got that dirty mornin breath Whoops! My burp in the face again My friend don't get offended, mm-kay? I'm the realest girl in the game and no I ain't pretendin Yeah I got no car but I'm a star okay? Them seven digits numbers well umm, they're not that far away Alright, I don't sing, but I do my thing I don't dance, I just grin, it's Missy Elliot 'N' Sovereign [Chorus] [Lady Sovereign] Love me or hate me, love me or hate me Love me or hate me.. ah ha ha HA!!! [repeat 2X] So I can't dance and I really can't sing, yeah I can only do one thing and that's be Lady Sovereign [Chorus] - 2X [repeat 2X] Love me or hate me, love me or hate me Love me or hate me, love me or hate me... I can only do one thing and that's be Lady Sovereign |
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