Dizzee Rascal is finally doing 'Boy In Da Corner' in full in the UK
Praise be, it's happening at last!
Lyrics
Dizzee Rascal again
2002
Ya mooks
You know how we come with some, some [?] madness
We ain't playing about
It's just one of those seriously, seriously, seriously
Like, like, look
(Going on dirtee, going on stank)
This one's talking your business
That one's talking your business
I ain't even talking, like, personally like
It just a thing that goes on, like
What's all the bitchiness about?
It's all done, don't you think? Like
But still
Look, look
[Verse 1]
Rascal's aggy, not no slaggy
Feeling swaggy, draw for makky
Gunshot draggy, rata-tat-tatty
Settin' up drive bys, from the bugatti
Where's that Danny, owes me money
He's not clever, he's not funny
I want my money, cough it up sonny
You wanna test you'll gеt dipped like honey
About this track
"Street Fighter" is a song by Dizzee Rascal, released in 2004.
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Dizzee Rascal →Lifе is crappy, but I'm happy
She got lippy, she got a slappy
I feel snappy, listen up chappy
Get away, run away, make him snappy
Old school bella, truth i teller
Tell your fella, to go to hell-a
Head got swell-a, don't drink stella
Dizzee run tings like Nel Mandela
[Chorus]
Oh, he said this
And, oh, she said that
And, oh, Dizzee did this
And, oh Dizzee did that
And, oh
What you talking 'bout?
Oh
What you talking 'bout?
Oh
What you talking 'bout?
Certain man better hush up their mouth
Oh, he said this
And, oh, she said that
And, oh, Dizzee did this
And, oh Dizzee did that
And, oh
What you talking 'bout?
Oh
What you talking 'bout?
Oh
What you talking 'bout?
Certain gash better hush up their mouth
[Verse 2]
Hi there brother, suck your mother
Undercover, she's my lover
She gives knowledge, like no other
Sit down, I don't wanna gun you brother
Who's that yatty, acting scatty
Try take Dizzee, for some pratty
She's so ratty, and she's a fatty
Suckers, I don't wanna hear chit chatty
I roll deep, not no sheep
Boy try creep, make him sleep
He got a cheek, saying I'm weak
Don't speak, cah' you're a neek, you're bleak
I'm a spine chiller, don't like bill-a
Going on black, just like Zilla
They got skill-a, but I'm realer
Born to break thing's like godzilla
[Chorus]
Oh, he said this
And, oh, she said that
And, oh, Dizzee did this
And, oh Dizzee did that
And, oh
What you talking 'bout?
Oh
What you talking 'bout?
Oh
What you talking 'bout?
Certain man better hush up their mouth
Oh, he said this
And, oh, she said that
And, oh, Dizzee did this
And, oh Dizzee did that
And, oh
What you talking 'bout?
Oh
What you talking 'bout?
Oh
What you talking 'bout?
Certain gash better hush up their mouth
[Verse 3]
Don't be silly, come with your milli, I'm like Billy
Don't be dumb, come with your gun, I ain't fun
When I come, I come here to stun, you'll get bunned
Broad day light fight, gun fight, dog fight
You don't really want it with dizzee, I get busy
You don't really want me to pop, I get fizzy
Real fizzy, bill up a zoot, we smoke whizzy
He knows, she knows, we're tough negros
Forever ready and I'll be ready forever
You don't wanna try tings, I'll put holes in your leather
So, please never ever try try be clever
I be wettin' MCs like stormy weather
To the two faced nigga, screw faced, laced in
Get chased and get placed in a bin
Get a slicin', batterin', workin'
Dizzee boy don't stop till it's hurtin
[Chorus]
Oh, he said this
And, oh, she said that
And, oh, Dizzee did this
And, oh Dizzee did that
And, oh
What you talking 'bout?
Oh
What you talking 'bout?
Oh
What you talking 'bout?
Certain man better hush up their mouth
Oh, he said this
And, oh, she said that
And, oh, Dizzee did this
And, oh Dizzee did that
And, oh
What you talking 'bout?
Oh
What you talking 'bout?
Oh
What you talking 'bout?
Certain gash better hush up their mouth
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