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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 Mc's on deep freeze, Hit these, wit these and rip these, Come like rusko, come flip these, So please don't write with these, Fearless, angry, sick MC's, 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 wineys, Barclays. Halifax, and stick these, Headless gunshots, you lick these, Trick these, CID with E, Touch mike mc's, drop like freeze, 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, keep them higher for them fame, It seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed, And player for them for the hour, and the boys will make you bleed, It seems to be V and M and gold and Nike We roll deep for the money; we don't want to take your cash, It seems to be love and war and hate and life, Harsh life, hustle life, fog life, street life, So far from clean, Take his trace, to your aunt Maureen, Get live, get heard get seen, Dizzy run tings , like Keep vigilant, keep on grant, We chuck grenades at Scotland Yard Retard gets kick hard real hard Live get threat to your birthday card Oh my days what is he like Dizzee don't come Dizzee don't bust might World wide web, dot slash eat end, Dizzee don't com jack your girlfriend, Co dot uk and last collar Deaf kick back slash dot holler Frank frasier lyrical tank, Dizzee come fresh going on stank It seems to be cars and cash and girls and peds, And manners on flame, keep them higher for them fame, It seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed, And player for them for the hour, and the boys will make you bleed, It seems to be V and M and gold and Nike We roll deep for the money; we don't want to take your cash, It seems to be love and war and hate and life, Harsh life, hustle life, fog 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 mo no that's wrong, Hit them with a ge con do,like key do blow, Leave bullet hole in your moskeno clothes, Hot like weathery grow, gonna come through the hole Back, front, inside, out, Dizzee run a flow to make a boy wile out, Six foot deep you can never climb out, I smoke dat weed till my mum finds out, Front, back, outside, in Bear folk kids sipping on jing-sing Love making not 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, keep them higher for them fame, It seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed, And player for them for the hour, and the boys will make you bleed, It seems to be V and M and gold and Nike We roll deep for the money; we don't want to take your cash, It seems to be love and war and hate and life, Harsh life, hustle life, fog life, street life, I have the feeling that you love me.

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