Dizzee Rascal Lyrics
Dizzee Rascal Lyrics
"Wot U On? Lyrics"
On Her Doorstep Lyrics
(Mike on lead) I started out a little tightly wound Like a rocket shot up out of frozen ground Dirt in my nails, a forest in my head Seems like every message I got said Burn it, Break it She took me in like a broken bird In a moonlit house in a single word We built a cave, or was it a nest? She did all the driving and all the rest, but (All) I'm not there at all Though I shall recall What she said to me On her doorstep<
(Mike on lead) I started out a little tightly wound Like a rocket shot up out of frozen ground Dirt in my nails, a forest in my head Seems like every message I got said Burn it, Break it She took me in like a broken bird In a moonlit house in a single word We built a cave, or was it a nest? She did all the driving and all the rest, but (All) I'm not there at all Though I shall recall What she said to me On her doorstep<
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 Avirex thinking your a don
Your in your area with your friends your a don
Ill catch you by yourself make your girl 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 sh
Wot's...uh deal Lyrics
Heaven sent the promised land Looks alright from where I stand Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in Waiting on the first step Show me where the key is kept Point me down the right line because it's time To let me in from the cold Turn my lead into gold Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul And I think I'm growing old Flash the red is wots...uh the deal Got to make to the next meal Try to keep up with the turni
out to the brer who thinks hes a GHeaven sent the promised land Looks alright from where I stand Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in Waiting on the first step Show me where the key is kept Point me down the right line because it's time To let me in from the cold Turn my lead into gold Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul And I think I'm growing old Flash the red is wots...uh the deal Got to make to the next meal Try to keep up with the turni
Your looking at your fake watch thinking your a G
I see you stratford rex trying flex like a G
Looking for your yat 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 wong [x2]
You could be a scopse you could be a G
But pass anythin it dont matter to me
Show me what your on
Wheres your cash wheres your wong [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
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Spending Money Lyrics
by: Jimmy Buffett and Mac McAnally (whistling) Now I'm not talking 'bout excessive greed The kind that puzzled the scribes and pharisees I don't worship it like a golden calf But change in my pocket is always good for a laugh Seen it brighten up the eyes of a child It even makes the Dalai Lama smile It's no relation to the meaning of life It's a dang fool husband doesn't spring for his wife A little spending money m
our getting up your gums to da boys like a swingersby: Jimmy Buffett and Mac McAnally (whistling) Now I'm not talking 'bout excessive greed The kind that puzzled the scribes and pharisees I don't worship it like a golden calf But change in my pocket is always good for a laugh Seen it brighten up the eyes of a child It even makes the Dalai Lama smile It's no relation to the meaning of life It's a dang fool husband doesn't spring for his wife A little spending money m
Your chattin to a brer
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 wong [x2]
You could be a scopse you could be a G
But pass anythin it dont matter to me
Show me what your on
Wheres your cash wheres your wong [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
Stay Lyrics
Here darkness never quite descends Only the toughest stars Hang with neon friends Over neon candy stores Till the bitter end Oh madness Waits for me someday Raising a champagne glass Down some dark alleyway Down some mean magnetic street Stopping me to say... You could live anywhere you want to Give me one reason to stay Here monsters walk the earth again Mermaids in black and gold Perfume and cocaine Risi
little way of getting fame rudeHere darkness never quite descends Only the toughest stars Hang with neon friends Over neon candy stores Till the bitter end Oh madness Waits for me someday Raising a champagne glass Down some dark alleyway Down some mean magnetic street Stopping me to say... You could live anywhere you want to Give me one reason to stay Here monsters walk the earth again Mermaids in black and gold Perfume and cocaine Risi
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 wong [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 wong [x2]
You could be a dappa i couldnt be a cheif [x3]