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Dizzee Rascal - Graftin' lyrics
So what you finkin' about Longon City eh? [London, West London, East London, South London] [Stand Up] Big Ben shows the time. [Stand up] [Yeh] Above the London Roads that hold the grime. [Grime] Young Hustlers, [Stand Up] We graft all da time. Non Stop. UK War. You nowatam say, you nowatam saayin'? Yo as I hustle in the city, for a paper stack. Lord knows I got da devil on ma back. It's a cold world, I gotta stay on track. Dog-eat-dog, others gain, if you like. In the LDN, where I learnt to attract. Clientel, I can show u where its at. First fings first, get a plot n a flat. Next up get a black hoody n a hat. Livin in the big bruva cameras, u. Keep an eye out for da boys in blue. Straight 5 years, gettin caught, dats u. Sittin in a cell, still wonderin, hu? Gotta keep quiet, nightly on a diet. Mash potatoes, collyflowa, n stew. Pissed off wiv not alot to do. And a word on da street dont neva seem new. And none of it dont neva seem true. Endless hype, hu do u believe? Will it relieve the lonliness? and might remain decieved. If your convinced it might. You know full well when the streets alight. Few more birds, couple more ranges. Uva dan dat not alot else changes. Sky looks grey in London city, we stay graftin' cuz we're gritty. [hustle] Hustle constantly, [hustle] Hustle constantly. Sky looks grey in London city, we stay graftin' cuz we're gritty. [hustle] Hustle constantly, [hustle] Hustle constantly. I used to roll money up against the wall, neva did wanna play hopscotch. Now I'm pinacle, parkin' life, n coz I'm dark in a white man's cotch. I've bin doin this since tamigotch, arjy, hydro, any boy in my face. Invadin my space, on klingon star, bring it on star or WATCH. By the ends of the hours of the clock, I'll end your days. You'll fink I'm crazed, when I give you da midnight rock. End of sentence .. full stop. Now what you gonna say about dat? I'll put all you plans in a knot. Make you put, all your mans on da spot, I'm totally everfin dat your not. I'm totally mad, you've lost da plot, to even consider gettin me got. Carried of to the hospital, jus been shot, on the table. Ready to operate, neva mate. I dictate, n deligate. Cruise heavyweight, I'm king of da ring. Make moves in any state, LDN we do our fing... Sky looks grey in London city, we stay graftin' cuz we're gritty. [hustle] Hustle constantly, [hustle] Hustle constantly. Sky looks grey in London city, we stay graftin' cuz we're gritty. [hustle] Hustle constantly, [hustle] Hustle constantly. [Damn right]. Yeh. [You damn right]. Young hustlers, London City, Stand up. [LDN]. They know us in da world, you know what time it is. [Y'No] I swear to you it int all, tea cups, [Nah man] red telephone boxes, Buckingham palace, and dat. [Nah man]. I'm assurin you, it's gritty out ere. [Yeh man, serious]. You're gonna know, you're gonna understand. [Y' get me]. It's Dizzee Rascal, solo, real, I'm here WHAT?. Ghetto UK, stand up. Younowatam sayin. Dizzee Ras', giv us a bell or sumtin, I'ma bounce, I swear to you. |
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