WHO'S DAT, WHO'S DAT, WHO'S DAT
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The dope is flying,
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OG, pimp hustler, gangster player, hardcore mother fucker,
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living today, to be honest
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I'm totally and completely on his dick!
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And you know this 꿒AN
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[Dizzee Rascal]
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It's the return of Dizzee Rascal,
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Dem boy na ready yet, trend make a never set,
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Inside outside, inside outside
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Stop dat, start dat, get dat
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Yo, you know, going on dirty going on stank,
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Roll deep on these, put these Mc's on deep freeze,
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Hit these, wit these and rip these,
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Come like rusko, come flip these,
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So please don't write with these,
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Fearless, angry, sick MC's,
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Don't like Christine's or Brittany's,
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Allow us off; I'll take him with keys,
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And this one strictly for pickneys,
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Old school afro dry wineys,
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Barclays. Halifax, and stick these,
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Headless gunshots, you lick these,
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Trick these, CID with E,
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Touch mike mc's, drop like freeze,
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Player haters get chop like trees,
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Come a boy rascal, to a boy miseries,
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It seems to be cars and cash and girls and peds,
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And manners on flame, keep them higher for them fame,
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It seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed,
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And player for them for the hour, and the boys will make you bleed,
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It seems to be V and M and gold and Nike
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We roll deep for the money; we don't want to take your cash,
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It seems to be love and war and hate and life,
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Harsh life, hustle life, fog life, street life,
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So far from clean,
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Take his trace, to your aunt Maureen,
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Get live, get heard get seen,
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Dizzy run tings, like
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Keep vigilant, keep on grant,
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We chuck grenades at Scotland Yard
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Retard gets kick hard real hard
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Live get threat to your birthday card
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Oh my days what is he like
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Dizzee don't come
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Dizzee don't bust might
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World wide web, dot slash eat end,
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Dizzee don't com jack your girlfriend,
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Co dot uk and last collar
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Deaf kick back slash dot holler
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Frank frasier lyrical tank,
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Dizzee come fresh going on stank
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It seems to be cars and cash and girls and peds,
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And manners on flame, keep them higher for them fame,
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It seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed,
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And player for them for the hour, and the boys will make you bleed,
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It seems to be V and M and gold and Nike
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We roll deep for the money; we don't want to take your cash,
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It seems to be love and war and hate and life,
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Harsh life, hustle life, fog life, street life,
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Ding dong its on,
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Fake mcs want to sing my song,
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You want to test hurry up bring it on,
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Wanna take me for a mo no that's wrong,
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Hit them with a ge con do,like key do blow,
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Leave bullet hole in your moskeno clothes,
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Hot like weathery grow, gonna come through the hole
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Back, front, inside, out,
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Dizzee run a flow to make a boy wile out,
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Six foot deep you can never climb out,
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I smoke dat weed till my mum finds out,
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Front, back, outside, in
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Bear folk kids sipping on jing-sing
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Love making not doggy styling
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In a dark park, when the dark in being
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It seems to be cars and cash and girls and peds,
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And manners on flame, keep them higher for them fame,
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It seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed,
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And player for them for the hour, and the boys will make you bleed,
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It seems to be V and M and gold and Nike
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We roll deep for the money; we don't want to take your cash,
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It seems to be love and war and hate and life,
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Harsh life, hustle life, fog life, street life,
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I have the feeling that you love me.
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Seems 2 Be
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| Dizzee Rascal |
