Dizzee Rascal Lyrics
Dizzee Rascal Lyrics
"Flyin’ Lyrics"
In The Cool, Cool, Cool Of The Evening Lyrics
Sue wants a barbecue, Sam wants to boil a ham, Grace votes for bouillabaisse too Jake wants a weinie bake, steak and the layer cake, And he'll get a tummy ache too. We'll rent a tent or a teepee, let the town crier cry. And if it's on a ditty, this is what I'll reply. In the cool, cool, cool of the evening, tell 'em I'll be
Sue wants a barbecue, Sam wants to boil a ham, Grace votes for bouillabaisse too Jake wants a weinie bake, steak and the layer cake, And he'll get a tummy ache too. We'll rent a tent or a teepee, let the town crier cry. And if it's on a ditty, this is what I'll reply. In the cool, cool, cool of the evening, tell 'em I'll be
Yeah
What up man, what are ya this week?
He thinks he's rough, and he's always got a screw-face
He's stush and he thinks he's heavy
I've heard, I've heard it all man
Same thing, same shit
I can't believe it
I'm just being me
I work... I'm not doing cos I got the money or cos I'm famous
This is what I was, you get me?
[Dizzee Rascal]
You can say I'm too rude, you can say I think I'm heavy
You can say I think I'm all that, I've heard it all already
You can say I think I'm rough, you can say you can't wait
Till the day you meet me face to face and swear to set me straight
You can say I sound swag, you can say I'm overrated
You can slag me o
Nightmare Lyrics
This is thee sound of an army in rage The kids are taking over the streets again The sound of broken bottles in the night, intense fright Look out the punx are back, the crew is out tonight Attack, Attack the crew is out again It's a nightmare No more preaching for the kids of today The youth are unemployed and ful
ff to every female I've ever datedThis is thee sound of an army in rage The kids are taking over the streets again The sound of broken bottles in the night, intense fright Look out the punx are back, the crew is out tonight Attack, Attack the crew is out again It's a nightmare No more preaching for the kids of today The youth are unemployed and ful
You can say I'm kinda meek, you can say I'm just a prick
Just say you what you want and what you will but say it quick
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Cos I'm flyin, I ain't got time
You must makin moves, why you watchin mine?
You got so much to say about my grime
You must be UP THERE, I see you up there
[Dizzee Rascal]
You can I'm arrogant, you should probably say I'm vain
You can say my head swole since I see a little fame
You can say I left the hood, my success was a mistake
You can say I'm under pressure, you can say I'm bound to break
You can never say I'm fake, cos I always keep it real
You can say "so wot?"
Everything that Glitters (Ain't Always Gold) Lyrics
Aw man! Put that ol' dumb horn down Hey, Jazzy Jazzy Show this boy what some real music 'posed to sound like He-he-ha! ( *drums and horns set in* ) 1-2-3-4 ( *Jazzy Jeff starts scratching* ) (Don't stop the rock) Now that's a record! Now that's a record! Go Jazzy, go Jazzy, go; I can say "so chill"
You can say I'm too cheeky, you can say I make you sick
Just say what you want and what you will but say it quick
[Chorus]
[Dizzee Rascal]
Fellas acting bitchy lately quite unsurprisingly
They would love to cut my face but they just cock their eyes at me
Like little ladies would you wish you could express yourself
But violent silences from ya, stops ya so keep your feelings stealth
And wondering if I'm gonna laugh I'm saying don't worry
I weren't invited here, I ain't leavin in a hurry
So any preconceptions that you've got of me, forget them
Please don't let em, confuse you -- I'm gully
And rude, and blatant, no time
Don't make no more inquiries, fuck you is my only statement
The only answer I'm about to give you:
Fuck you and whoever came with you
Fuck them and anybody related, fuck about get me frustrated
Cos I ain't the type to hype and rare
Hope I scare em, make 'em fear me
I'm pretty certain you're not near me
There's no need for that
I'm taking time, away from the pen and pad and grime serious grime
Leave the microphone alone, strap and spray some verses with the 9
[Chorus]
[Dizzee Rascal]
Rasci... won't change for no one, ever
I'm me, I've been me
Dapper, rapper, jacker, whateva
I don't play, swear to you
Aw man! Put that ol' dumb horn down Hey, Jazzy Jazzy Show this boy what some real music 'posed to sound like He-he-ha! ( *drums and horns set in* ) 1-2-3-4 ( *Jazzy Jeff starts scratching* ) (Don't stop the rock) Now that's a record! Now that's a record! Go Jazzy, go Jazzy, go
You can say I'm too cheeky, you can say I make you sick
Just say what you want and what you will but say it quick
[Chorus]
[Dizzee Rascal]
Fellas acting bitchy lately quite unsurprisingly
They would love to cut my face but they just cock their eyes at me
Like little ladies would you wish you could express yourself
But violent silences from ya, stops ya so keep your feelings stealth
And wondering if I'm gonna laugh I'm saying don't worry
I weren't invited here, I ain't leavin in a hurry
So any preconceptions that you've got of me, forget them
Please don't let em, confuse you -- I'm gully
And rude, and blatant, no time
Sweet Southern Comfort Lyrics
Misty sunrise in my hometown, Rows of cotton bout knee high, Mrs. Baker down the dirt road, Still got clothes out on the line, Erwin Nichols there with Judge Lee, Playin checkers at the gin, When I dream about the southland, This is where it all begins From Carolina down to Georgia, Smell the jasmine and ma
, in a hurry, impatientMisty sunrise in my hometown, Rows of cotton bout knee high, Mrs. Baker down the dirt road, Still got clothes out on the line, Erwin Nichols there with Judge Lee, Playin checkers at the gin, When I dream about the southland, This is where it all begins From Carolina down to Georgia, Smell the jasmine and ma
Don't make no more inquiries, fuck you is my only statement
The only answer I'm about to give you:
Fuck you and whoever came with you
Fuck them and anybody related, fuck about get me frustrated
Cos I ain't the type to hype and rare
Hope I scare em, make 'em fear me
I'm pretty certain you're not near me
There's no need for that
I'm taking time, away from the pen and pad and grime serious grime
Leave the microphone alone, strap and spray some verses with the 9
[Chorus]
[Dizzee Rascal]
Rasci... won't change for no one, ever
I'm me, I've been me
Dapper, rapper, jacker, whateva
I don't play, swear to you