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Dizzee Rascal - 2 Far lyrics
[squeaky voices] You really don't have to do this, why do people jus ask for things when they dont really want it they should jus shut up Uh uh uh uh (whaaat) uh uh (im your fitness instructor) uh uh uh uh (i jus wanna make my money, you make yours) uh uh uh uh uh uh uh (it's time for some exercise) uh uh uh (what) uh uh uh uh (make money or shut up) uh uh uh uh uh Yo, i don't promote no violence but if that boy gets arrogant I'll leave that boy in the basement so, done with the bat dnt talk jus walk i'm not a female beater but if that girl gets facety I'll slap that girl all hasty cos she might be buff but she's not ruff i can't believe i'm hearing that boy thinks i'm not dangerous let me draw his girlfriend home cut no slack she'll never go back marriage, love, wife please! all that talk is stupid plus i don't believe in cupid cos sometimes most times everyone 2 times (CHORUS) who do they think they are U push me too far LOOK i don't care who you are NO i'm a super, superstar who do they think they are U push me too far LOOK i don't care who u are NO Yo, yo i dont obey no policemen cos they forget they're human uh get excited quickly but, he aint got a gun i'll kick him and run (tell him) don't talk to me about royalty cos queen elizabeth dont know me so how can she control me when i live street and she lives neat i love raising concerts but there's jus too much violence uh i can't stand no long ting so book me, watch me, hear me, pay me i've been far too friendly now everybody wants a favour but i'm not no ones saviour cos where was you when i was blue?! (CHORUS) Yo, talk in the mike i'll talk neat talk to your wife i'll talk sweet talkin tough i'll talk wid my feet rascals raw like red meat talk act talk rough talk sexy talk buff certain girls talk rough talk anything, anywhere, any stuff yeah we got style, we'll get gash yeah we got style, we'll make cash certain man talk trash act funny act flash bring your bora, bring your mash get banged, get bashed we don't care who they are, where they are if they wanna bring the beef we aint far (CHORUS) [wiley] I was hot steppin in my nike air sneaker you didn't know i was an mc beater, defeater giving the mc a sleeper i'm in to win fairly i'm not a cheater i'm starving, hungry ready to eat her your drinks sweet but my drinks sweeter though i'm getting stronger bro your getting weaker bro i came straight from the gutter lay low i'm a ninja turtle u can't step into my circle in a sound clash i will hurt you paper thats what im lookin for anyone wanna make paper they got they're face on the floor and choong thats what a want i wanna choong ting a double bed fling with a choong ting wiley, rascal that's the bum ting gyal wanna bang on my endz no long ting! (CHORUS) x 2 shutup no one can't say nothing ever i'm your fitness instructor |
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