Dizzee Rascal Lyrics
Dizzee Rascal Lyrics
"Seems 2 Be Lyrics"
America Lyrics
America, hot as hell, hysterical, cast your spell The endless road, another night to bend your mind White line fever, I think that state patrol car's still behind America, cold as death, up to Canada, Crystal Meth Another West Coast turnaround and back to start Yakima Reservation, just another broken heart America, liked it fine, Sinsemilla, Ripple Wine Another Schoolgirl with her daddy's Pontiac Another killer from
America, hot as hell, hysterical, cast your spell The endless road, another night to bend your mind White line fever, I think that state patrol car's still behind America, cold as death, up to Canada, Crystal Meth Another West Coast turnaround and back to start Yakima Reservation, just another broken heart America, liked it fine, Sinsemilla, Ripple Wine Another Schoolgirl with her daddy's Pontiac Another killer from
Dizzee: Who’s that who’s that who’s that…?
Girl: The dopest, flyest OG pimp hustler, gangster player hardcore motherfucker living today. To be honest I’m totally and completely on his dick.
And you know this…man!
Verse 1:
It’s the return of Dizzee Rascal…..Dem bwoi nah ready yet trend dat u never set. Silence silence silence dat. stop that start that get that. Yeah you know, Going on dirty going on stank. Yo
Roll deep with these, put these MC’s on deep freeze,
Hit these Whitney’s and rip these, I’m 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 m
Trimm Trabb Lyrics
I got no style I'll take my time All those losers on the piss again I dose dose away That's just the way it is That's just the way it is I've got trimm trabb Like the flash boys have And I can't go back Let it flow, let it flow I sleep alone I sleep alone That's just the way it is Just the way it is Just the way it is Just the way it is Just the way it is That's just the
ic MC’s jump like fleasI got no style I'll take my time All those losers on the piss again I dose dose away That's just the way it is That's just the way it is I've got trimm trabb Like the flash boys have And I can't go back Let it flow, let it flow I sleep alone I sleep alone That's just the way it is Just the way it is Just the way it is Just the way it is Just the way it is That's just the
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) head, and manners on the flames better keep your eye out for them feds
It seems to be phones (and) bling (and) raves (and) weed-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 hard real hard, leave death threats in your birthday card.
“O my days what i
What's That Noise? Lyrics
Check, one, two..., what's that noise? Check, CHECK..., what is that noise?? HEY AL?, What's that noise??? C'mon guys, seriously, WHAT'S THAT FUCKIN' NOISE???? COUGH, COUGH, HACK..., HOLY SHIT IS IT LOUD, WHAT IS THAT NOISE????? AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH! WHAT'S THAT NOISE?????? STOP IT!!!, OH GOD HELP ME..., WHAT'S THAT NOISE??????? I CAN'T TAKE IT, COUGH, COUGH, OH GOD, WHAT'S THat noise.....
s he like?” Dizzee.com Dizzee.bust micCheck, one, two..., what's that noise? Check, CHECK..., what is that noise?? HEY AL?, What's that noise??? C'mon guys, seriously, WHAT'S THAT FUCKIN' NOISE???? COUGH, COUGH, HACK..., HOLY SHIT IS IT LOUD, WHAT IS THAT NOISE????? AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH! WHAT'S THAT NOISE?????? STOP IT!!!, OH GOD HELP ME..., WHAT'S THAT NOISE??????? I CAN'T TAKE IT, COUGH, COUGH, OH GOD, WHAT'S THat noise.....
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) head, and manners on the flames better keep your eye out for them feds
It seems to be phones (and) bling (and) raves (and) weed-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 my react bring it on; wanna take me for a mong? (Nar that’s wrong)
Hit ‘em with the Jeet Kun Do, like key low blo
Wicked Things Lyrics
Your Mother's got bags of good advice the don'ts exceed the do's But she's not you All it takes is a little nerve as I close in for the kill Just stand still What could make a girl believe the wicked things he'd say ? What could make a girl believe the wicked things he'd say ? Like by the grace of God he'll be the bugle boy on judgment day All the jokers running wild, their politics are street, but still elite
w leave bullet holes in the moschinos clothesYour Mother's got bags of good advice the don'ts exceed the do's But she's not you All it takes is a little nerve as I close in for the kill Just stand still What could make a girl believe the wicked things he'd say ? What could make a girl believe the wicked things he'd say ? Like by the grace of God he'll be the bugle boy on judgment day All the jokers running wild, their politics are street, but still elite
What 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
Blud make him like doggy-styling, in a dark park where the dark come in.
Chorus:
It seems to be cars, (and) cash (and) girls (and) head, and manners on the flames better keep your eyes out for them feds
It seems to be phones (and) bling (and) raves (and) weed-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!