WHO'S DAT, WHO'S DAT, WHO'S DAT
The dope is flying,
OG, pimp hustler, gangster player, hardcore mother fucker,
living today, to be honest
I'm totally and completely on his dick!
And you know this MAN
[Dizzee Rascal:]
It's the return of Dizzee Rascal,
Dem boy na ready yet, trend make a never set,
Inside outside, inside outside
Stop dat, start dat, get dat
Yo, you know, going on dirty going on stank,
Roll deep on these, put these MCs on deep freeze,
Hit these, wit these and rip these,
Come like rusko, WE flip these,
So please don't RAP with these,
Fearless, angry, sick MCs,
Don't like Christine's or Brittany's,
Allow us off; I'll take him with keys, ****
And this one strictly for pickneys,
Old school afro dry WHITE KNEES,
Barclays. Halifax, we stick these,
Endless gunshots, WE lick these,
Trick these, CID with Es,
Touch mic, MC's jump like fleas,
Player haters get chop like trees,
Come a boy rascal, to a boy miseries,
It seems to be cars and cash and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, BETTER KEEP YOUR EYE OUT FOR THEM FEDS,
It seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed,
And PAY UP WHAT YOU OWE OR ELSE THEM boys will make you bleed,
Seems to be DJs and MCs and gold RINGS and Nike
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,
So far from clean,
Take his trace, to your aunt Maureen,
Get rhymes, get heard, get seen,
Dizzy run tings , like Idi Amin
Keep vigilant, keep on guard,
We chuck grenades at Scotland Yard
Retard gets kick hard, real hard
Leave death threats in your birthday card
Oh my days what is he like
Dizzee DOT COM
Dizzee DOT bust mic
World wide web, dot slash east end,
Dizzee DOT COM jack your girlfriend,
Co dot uk AT last collar
Deaf kick back slash dot holler
Frank frasier lyrical tank,
Dizzee DOT COM SLASH going on stank
It seems to be cars and cash and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, BETTER KEEP YOUR EYE OUT FOR THEM FEDS,
It seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed,
And PAY UP WHAT YOU OWE OR ELSE THEM boys will make you bleed,
Seems to be DJs and MCs and gold RINGS and Nike
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,
Ding dong its on,
Fake MCs want to sing my song,
You want to test hurry up bring it on,
Wanna take me for a mong, nah, that's wrong,
Hit them with a ge con do, like key do blow,
Leave bullet holes in your MOSCHINO clothes,
Hot like weather, we grow, carry condoms for the hoes
Back, front, inside, out,
Dizzee GOT THE flow to make a boy wile out,
Six foot deep you can never climb out,
I smoke THE weed till my mum finds out,
Front, back, outside, in
Bear folk kids sipping on jing-sing
Love making? NAH doggy styling
In a dark park, when the dark in being
It seems to be cars and cash and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, BETTER KEEP YOUR EYE OUT FOR THEM FEDS
It seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed,
And PAY UP WHAT YOU OWE OR ELSE THE boys will make you bleed,
Seems to be DJs and MCs and gold RINGS and Nike
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,
I have the feeling that you love me.
The dope is flying,
OG, pimp hustler, gangster player, hardcore mother fucker,
living today, to be honest
I'm totally and completely on his dick!
And you know this MAN
[Dizzee Rascal:]
It's the return of Dizzee Rascal,
Dem boy na ready yet, trend make a never set,
Inside outside, inside outside
Stop dat, start dat, get dat
Yo, you know, going on dirty going on stank,
Roll deep on these, put these MCs on deep freeze,
Hit these, wit these and rip these,
Come like rusko, WE flip these,
So please don't RAP with these,
Fearless, angry, sick MCs,
Don't like Christine's or Brittany's,
Allow us off; I'll take him with keys, ****
And this one strictly for pickneys,
Old school afro dry WHITE KNEES,
Barclays. Halifax, we stick these,
Endless gunshots, WE lick these,
Trick these, CID with Es,
Touch mic, MC's jump like fleas,
Player haters get chop like trees,
Come a boy rascal, to a boy miseries,
It seems to be cars and cash and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, BETTER KEEP YOUR EYE OUT FOR THEM FEDS,
It seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed,
And PAY UP WHAT YOU OWE OR ELSE THEM boys will make you bleed,
Seems to be DJs and MCs and gold RINGS and Nike
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,
So far from clean,
Take his trace, to your aunt Maureen,
Get rhymes, get heard, get seen,
Dizzy run tings , like Idi Amin
Keep vigilant, keep on guard,
We chuck grenades at Scotland Yard
Retard gets kick hard, real hard
Leave death threats in your birthday card
Oh my days what is he like
Dizzee DOT COM
Dizzee DOT bust mic
World wide web, dot slash east end,
Dizzee DOT COM jack your girlfriend,
Co dot uk AT last collar
Deaf kick back slash dot holler
Frank frasier lyrical tank,
Dizzee DOT COM SLASH going on stank
It seems to be cars and cash and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, BETTER KEEP YOUR EYE OUT FOR THEM FEDS,
It seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed,
And PAY UP WHAT YOU OWE OR ELSE THEM boys will make you bleed,
Seems to be DJs and MCs and gold RINGS and Nike
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,
Ding dong its on,
Fake MCs want to sing my song,
You want to test hurry up bring it on,
Wanna take me for a mong, nah, that's wrong,
Hit them with a ge con do, like key do blow,
Leave bullet holes in your MOSCHINO clothes,
Hot like weather, we grow, carry condoms for the hoes
Back, front, inside, out,
Dizzee GOT THE flow to make a boy wile out,
Six foot deep you can never climb out,
I smoke THE weed till my mum finds out,
Front, back, outside, in
Bear folk kids sipping on jing-sing
Love making? NAH doggy styling
In a dark park, when the dark in being
It seems to be cars and cash and girls and peds,
And manners on flame, BETTER KEEP YOUR EYE OUT FOR THEM FEDS
It seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed,
And PAY UP WHAT YOU OWE OR ELSE THE boys will make you bleed,
Seems to be DJs and MCs and gold RINGS and Nike
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,
I have the feeling that you love me.