Dizzee Rascal - 2 Far Lyrics
featuring WileyYou really don't have to do this,why do people jus ask for things when they dont really want itthey should jus shut upUh 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 moneyor shut up) uh uh uh uh uhYo, i don't promote no violence but if that boy gets arrogant Oleave that boy in the basement so,done with the bat get up jus walki'm not a female beater but if that girl gets facety Oslap that girl all hasty cos she might be buff but she's not ruffi can't believe i'm hearing that boy thinks i'm not dangerouslet me draw his girlfriend home cu tno slack she'll never go backmarriage, love, wife please!all that talk is stupid plus i don't believe in cupid cossometimes mo times everyone 2 times[CHORUS]who do they think they areU push me too farLOOK i don't care who you areNO i'm a super, superstarwho do they think they areU push me too farLOOK i don't care who u areNOYo, yo i dont obey no policemen cos they forget they're human uhget excited quickly but, he aint got a gun i'll kick him and run (tell him)don't talk to me about roaming cos queen elizabeth dont know me sohow can she control me when i live street and she lives neati love raising conscience but there's jus too much violence uhi can't stand no nonsense uhhhbook me, watch me, hear me, pay mei've been far too friendly noweverybody wants a favour but i'm not no ones saviour coswhere was you when i was blue?![CHORUS]Yo, talk in the mike i'll talk neattalk to your wife i'll talk sweettalkin tough i'll talk wid my feetrascals run like red meattalk act talk roughtalk sexy talk buffsaiatan girls talk roughtalk anything, anywhere, any stuffyeah we got style, we'll get cashyeah we got style, we'll make cashsome man talk trashact funny act flashbring your bora, bring your mashget banged, get bashedwe don't care who they are, where they areif they wanna bring the beef we aint far[CHORUS]I was hot steppin in my nike m sneakeryou didn't know i was an mc beater, defeatergiving the mc a sleeperi'm in to win fairly i'm not a cheateri'm starving, hungry ready to eat heryour drinks sweet but my drinks sweeter thoughi'm getting stronger bro your getting weaker broi came straight from the gutter lay lowi'm a ninja turtle u can't step into my circlein a sound flash i will hurt youpaper, astor, liverpoolanyone wanna make paper they put they're face on the floor and chewthats what a wanti wanna true ting a double bed fling with a true tingwiley, rascal that's the bum tinggyal wanna bang on my bedno long ting![CHORUS x2]shutup no one can't say nothing everi'm your fitness instructor
