(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.
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
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.
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
(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
[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)
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
(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)
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.
(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.)
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]
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
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!
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)
(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)
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'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
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...
