Dizzee Rascal Lyrics
Dizzee Rascal Lyrics
"Seems 2 Be Lyrics"
Bar One Lyrics
[Ms. Roq]Damn girl, it is hotter than a motherfucker up in here [Traci Nelson]You got that right [Ms. Roq]I need to go to the bar and get me a drink, please! [Traci Nelson]Yes! [Ms. Roq]Hello! [Eddie Griffin]Shit, what the fuck you want? [Traci Nelson]Hmmm... [Ms. Roq]Let me get a Cosmo. [Eddie Griffin]What the fuck you want? [Traci Nelson]Damn, I?l have an apple martini. [Ms. Roq]This motherfucker drun
[Ms. Roq]Damn girl, it is hotter than a motherfucker up in here [Traci Nelson]You got that right [Ms. Roq]I need to go to the bar and get me a drink, please! [Traci Nelson]Yes! [Ms. Roq]Hello! [Eddie Griffin]Shit, what the fuck you want? [Traci Nelson]Hmmm... [Ms. Roq]Let me get a Cosmo. [Eddie Griffin]What the fuck you want? [Traci Nelson]Damn, I?l have an apple martini. [Ms. Roq]This motherfucker drun
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
Funny Feeling Lyrics
All I asked for was your hand, love was in demand, how was I to understand? Then you told me how you feel, it was so unreal, guess, it’s time for Me to reveal the way I feel. Gotta funny feeling that you don’t even, even love me (don’t love me) Gotta funny feeling that you don’t even, even care. We assured each other at the start, forever in our hearts, You and I would never part. Then you... Gotta fun
ic MC’s jump like fleasAll I asked for was your hand, love was in demand, how was I to understand? Then you told me how you feel, it was so unreal, guess, it’s time for Me to reveal the way I feel. Gotta funny feeling that you don’t even, even love me (don’t love me) Gotta funny feeling that you don’t even, even care. We assured each other at the start, forever in our hearts, You and I would never part. Then you... Gotta fun
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
A miracle's coming Lyrics
Written by Rick Nowels, Ricki & Kim Wilde Are you the devil come to carry away my soul I want to love you but I don't want to lose control You're taking over me with each little move you make I want to trust you but it could be a big mistake I know But the moment you're here everything's right I lose the fear of the shadows in the night But then the moment you're gone everything's wrong It never felt th
s he like?” Dizzee.com Dizzee.bust micWritten by Rick Nowels, Ricki & Kim Wilde Are you the devil come to carry away my soul I want to love you but I don't want to lose control You're taking over me with each little move you make I want to trust you but it could be a big mistake I know But the moment you're here everything's right I lose the fear of the shadows in the night But then the moment you're gone everything's wrong It never felt th
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
So Tell Me (Instrumental) Lyrics
Instrumental
w leave bullet holes in the moschinos clothesInstrumental
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!