Don't Mug Yourself (Mr Figit Remix)

[Intro: Mr Figit & Donae'o]

Streets (Mr Figit production)

Streets (Featuring Donae'o)

[Verse 1: Mike Skinner]

A new day, another morning after

Leanin' back on my chair in a greasy spoon cafeteria

Last night was some beer-lairy-ness done our way

But again, we're back in the light of day

Chattin' shit, sittin' at the wall table, tellin' jokes

Playin' with the salt, looking out the window

Girl brings two plates of full English over

With plenty of scrambled eggs and plenty of fried tomato

Get my phone out, 'bout to give this girl a shout

See if she had a nice time last night uptown

Ask if she fancies tryin' it again some time

Then Calv grabs the phone like "Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!"

[Chorus: Calvin Bailey]

Hold it down, boy, your head's gettin' blurred

I know you can't stop thinkin' of her

By all means, you can vibe with this girl

Just don't mug yourself, please, don't mug yourself

[Interlude: Calvin Bailey & Mike Skinner]

Seriously Mick, you fucker

Don't mug yourself

No, no, no! D'you know what I mean?

I'll fuckin', I'm no way, really, d'you know what I mean?

I'm fuckin'... I can take it or leave it, believe!

And then Calvin's like, "Oi!"

[Verse 2: Donae'o]

Hold it down, boy, she might be neat

But she is far from a girl that you would like to meet

She might be nice for tea, tasty like rice and peas

Her face watchable like a movie you'd like to see

She's been around the world and I, I, I

Hope you take heed and listen to my advice

I would tell the girl, "Push off", the car's in bad shape

When you take the damn hood off, it don't look great, mate

[Chorus: Calvin Bailey]

Hold it down, boy, your head's gettin' blurred

I know you can't stop thinkin' of her

By all means, you can vibe with this girl

Just don't mug yourself, please, don't mug yourself

[Verse 3: Mike Skinner]

And I'm like

Honestly, it's not like that

You're actin' like I'm prancin' like a sap

Jumpin' when she claps and that

Oi, do you really think I act whack?

'Cause I'm telling ya

I'm servin' the aces and it's game, set and match

Perfectly in control of this goal

I've got the lead role

Won't be foldin', I'm older than you told

Girl sold, high speed's gold

Game over, game over, too cold

[Chorus: Calvin Bailey]

Hold it down, boy, your head's gettin' blurred

I know you can't stop thinkin' of her

By all means, you can vibe with this girl

Just don't mug yourself, please, don't mug yourself

Hold it down, boy, your head's gettin' blurred

I know you can't stop thinkin' of her

By all means, you can vibe with this girl

Just don't mug yourself, please, don't mug yourself

[Spoken Outro: Calvin Bailey]

Oh-oh, yeah

Hold it down, boy, your head's gettin' blurred

I know you can't stop thinkin' of her

That girl is – she has smelly on her P's

She must have crab and fuckin' shrimp in her teeth

(No! Oh no, that's it, that's it)

Hold on, let me go again, let me go again

Are we, are we still recording?

Woah, yeah