Dizzee Rascal - Seems 2 Be Lyrics
Dizzee: Who's that who's that who's that?Girl: The dopest, flyest OG pimp hustler, gangster player hardcore mother*****er living today.To be honest I'm totally and completely on his dick.And you know this man!Verse 1:It's the return of Dizzee RascalDem bwoi nah ready yet trend dat u never set.Silence silence silence dat. stop that start that get that. Yeah you know,Going on dirty going on stank. YoRoll deep with these, put these MC's on deep freeze,Hit these Whitney's and rip these, Come like Busta we flip these, So PleaseDon't rap with these, fearless, angry, sick MC'sDon't like Christine's or Britney's, Lala's or Tinky Winky'sAnd this one strictly for pick these? Old school afro dry white beatsBarclays Halifax we stick these, Endless gunshots we lick theseTrick these CID's with ease, touch mic MC's jump like fleasPlaya haters get chopped like trees, a boy rascal to a boy in historiesChorus:It seems to be cars, (and) cash (and) girls (and) heads,and manners on the flames better keep your eye out for them fedsIt seems to be phones (and) bling (and) raves (and) weed (and)pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleedIt seems to be DJ's, (and) MC's, (and) Gold rings, (and) Nikeswe roll deep for the money we don't want no technicalitiesIt seems to be love (and) war (and) hate (and) lifeharsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life!Verse 2So far from clean, play kiss chase with your aunt MaureenGet rhymes get heard get seen Dizzee run tings like Idi ArminKeep vigilant keep on guard, we chuck grenades at Scotland YardRetard get kicked out real hard, leave death threats in your birthday card.Oh my days what is he like? Dizzee.com Dizzee.bust micWorld wide web./east end, Dizzee.com jack your girlfriend!Co.uk at the stopper, Bare-foot Pimp.hollerFrank Frasier .lyrical tank, Dizzee.com/going on stankChorus:It seems to be cars, (and) cash (and) girls (and) heads,and manners on the flames better keep your eye out for them fedsIt seems to be phones (and) bling (and) raves (and) weed (and)pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleedIt seems to be DJ's, (and) MC's, (and) Gold rings, (and) Nikeswe roll deep for the money we don't want no technicalitiesIt seems to be love (and) war (and) hate (and) lifeharsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life!Verse 3Ding dong, its on, fake MC's wanna sing my songWanna test hurry up bring it on; wanna take me for a mong? (Nar that's wrong)Hit em with the Jeet Kun Do, like key low blow leave bullet holes in the moschinos clotheshot like where the weed grows, carry condoms for the hoesBack front inside out, Dizzee got the floor to make a boy white outSix foot deep you could never climb out, I smoke the weed till my mum finds outFront back outside in, bare-foot kids living on ging-sengLove makin? nah doggy-styling, in a dark park where the dark come in.Chorus:It seems to be cars, (and) cash (and) girls (and) heads,and manners on the flames better keep your eye out for them fedsIt seems to be phones (and) bling (and) raves (and) weed (and)pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleedIt seems to be DJ's, (and) MC's, (and) Gold rings, (and) Nikeswe roll deep for the money we don't want no technicalitiesIt seems to be love (and) war (and) hate (and) lifeharsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life!
