[Intro]

Yo, one (Alright, yeah)

What you do will come back to you

Yo, 1 2, I'm just warming up, warming up

Pressure, pressure

Big up the North London Crew, big up the South London crew, East London crew, West London crew

Yeah, look, real, look

[Verse 1]

I got a rude attitude, far from a role model (Uh)

I'm so fulla trouble and (Rags)

I couldn't give a rasclart, not a bit

Couldn't give a rats arse if it's shit and (Rags)

I still behave raw, no love for the law

Feds bother me more and rags

I don’t care where you live, or who you're with, you'll get buried in the grass

I say what I say real fast

Say it with stylie

Say it with class

Goin' on dirty, I said it in the past

Don’t like me? I said kiss my arse

Kiss from left to the right (What?)

Kiss til my black bum cheeks turn white (Yo)

Kiss my arse through the night

Don’t stop til you see daylight, look (Daylight)

[Verse 2]

Tip-toes

Life ain't always nice

That's how shit goes

You know we're goin' on black

'Cause we're blickrows

And I can't be seen with these

What did I say last night? I bet your chick knows

You were not knockin' the boots how we hit toes

Your girl's the same as all

Bimbo's, freak's and nimpho's (Yo, look)

I got an idea, make dough on the spot

I mean right here

Now give girls the paper for the whole year

Bring drama 'cause I don't know fear

And my head feels so clear

Move to the mic, MC's are like, "oh dear"

Some try catching me but they're not near

Not ever, not now, or not here way too hot here, yo

[Verse 3]

Didn’t wanna care

Left that boy in a gutter somewhere (In the gutter)

Talk live-O, wanna talk breh (Breh)

Make you wish you were born elsewhere

I gotta wash that girl out my hair

She’s old news everyone’s been there

No we're not equal, no we're not fair

That girl’s anything, she gets air

[Verse 4]

That MC is down

Tell him I said it, and I said it real loud (Uh)

Goin' on roudy, goin' on round

That boy tried it, that boy failed

Sorry, pardon, what? (What?)

Coulda got bored up, coulda got shot

Gunman get gun down on the spot

Who's hot? Who's a bad boy? Who's not?

[Verse 5]

Stop dat, start dat

Get dat, what?

Been there, done that, had that, what?

He's got a Nokia, take that, what?

Big mouth, loudmouth, watch that

Pretty girl, buff girl, doggy dat (What?)

Raskits on the format, what?

Bad minders get a backslap, what?

Call the shots like top cat (Yo)

[Verse 6]

Guns in the air

Feds on the case but we don’t care (Look)

Rifle, uzi, everything there

I got a shotgun spare

Leave them where? Raskits lair

Eat MC's like a grizzly bear

Shoplift daily, we don’t care

If you wanna test get hung by your hair over there

[Verse 7]

Look inside out (Uh)

Dizzee, flow, boy wile out (Wile out)

Six foot deep, you could never climb out (Never)

Knock a boy inside, knock a boy out

Front, back, outside in

Barefoot kids sippin' on ginseng

Love making a doggy styling

Dark park on a dark evening

Pump up, tone up, weights in the gym (Gym)

Glass fulla alyza right to the brim (Brim)

Roll deep, so deep, they can’t swim (Swim)

Doin' it for Keisha, doin' it for Kim

Wants armshouse, he wants to swing (Swing)

Try a ting, get a punch in the chin (Chin)

Better start worrying (Worrying)

Get a hidin' beatin' turfing (Turfing)

[Verse 8]

Do the butterfly

Shake your batty low (Low)

Shake your batty high (High)

Don’t ask me who, where, when or why (Why)

Wanna see your batty rise high to the sky line

Do the butterfly

Shake your batty low

Shake your batty high

Don’t ask me how, where, when or why (Why)

Wanna see your batty rise high to the sky (Yo)

[Verse 9]

Not never, I'm sway

Heatwave, high lyricist, high grade (Uh)

Cascade, get barricade, get sprayed

Dickhead in the sticky bread, get laid

Cherry head, that's not Dizzee, I blaze

Hats off, baseline, trim, no fade

He's hot, somebody get first aid

You ain't great, go to your bed dismayed

Get angry, get crossed, get paid

Get jacked, get hotted up with a spade

Bloodclart, wanna be on top, get sprayed

Dizzee Rascal can't get air raid

Look, ain't dirty, I'm filthy copaid

Watch wifey, she's easily swayed

That girl's prepaid, you will get played

Talk rough or you might get betrayed

Yo, Roll deep on these

And, put these MC's on deep freeze (Freeze)

And, hit these with these, and rip these

Come like faster, we flip these

So, please don't ramp with these (Nah)

Fearless, angry, sick MC's

Don't like Christine's or Britney's

Lala's or tinky winky's and

This is strictly for pickney's

Oldschool Afro's, dry white knees (Look)

[?] factories, stick these

Endless gunshots, we lick these

And trick these, CID"s with ease

Touch mic, MC's jump like fleas

Pray your haters get chopped like trees

Boy Rascal to a boy injuries

Yo, hit 'em like a lightning bolt (Bolt)

Five thousand volt, it's your own fault

[Outro]

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