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Dizzee Rascal - Live O lyrics
I don't wanna screw, but nothin ain't new I'll educate your whole crew when i come through And you know its true, so what you gonna do? You ain't got the foggiest, ain't got a clue Got a little fame and yeah i got game Get out my way with your dangerous for my name All i gotta say, get out the way Dizzee Rascal's hot like summer bay And i hit MC's like croquet If a boy pet then a boy must pay You can start arms, we're not on the lay-lay Please feel free, you can bring it any day Anyway, get wet like Perrier Better hope there's an ambulance on the way OK if you wanna fight, just say We uppercut MCs like Sugar Ray Hot like Cairo, hot like Mars But i want houses and i want cars So i spit verses and a spit bars I don't care what they're sayin I ain't playin Hot like lava, hot like hell Move to your sister Move to your girl Charmeyne, Cherellene or Chantelle You better hide your wife Protect her well Killer instinct, instinctive killer Round here life cant get no realer Young-guns flappin their gums wit no fear Females, money and guns its all here Top shottas, beer caps, street rats Bent coppers aim for your knee-caps Some pay a visit to jail without bail Some stay on top of the game without fail Its live-o (its live-o) its live-o (its live-o) its live-o Look, skank out (skank out) skank out (skank out) skank out (skank out) and jump about See-saw Marjore glore Guess who's sneaked in through the back door Born with a hack-saw through a trap door Dizzee got a cheek and not much more Whats that? violence? what's that? war? Put him in a headlock, see if hes raw I cause arms house on the dancefloor Set trend, set standard, set score Spin that bottle, nah dash that bottle Talk tough but you ain't got no bottle Get strangled, get hold, get throttled Dizzee come old skool like Aristotle Blue-bottle flyin about in 6 zones Eyes right, hope its sticks out, collar bone We take girls from broken homes Big batty's, big breast, light skin-tones Its live-o (its live-o) its live-o (its live-o) its live-o Look, skank out (skank out) skank out (skank out) skank out (skank out) and jump about (movin') Didn't wanna listen, didn't wanna care Left that boy in a gutter somewhere When i talk live-o, when i talk rare I'll make you wish you were born elsewhere I gotta wash that girl out my hair She's old news, everyones been there No, we're not equal, no, we're not fair That girl's anything, she gets air That MC is dowd Tell 'em i said it and i said it real loud Goin' on rowdy, goin on rowd That boy tried it, that boy failed Sorry? pardon? what? Coulda got borred up, coulda got shot Gunman get gunned down on the spot Who's hot? who's a badboy? who's not? Its live-o (its live-o) its live-o (its live-o) its live-o Look, skank out (skank out) skank out (skank out) skank out (skank out) and jump about (we're movin now, Dizzee Rascal in this, ya get me, get me) |
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