You Rascal You - Lyrics - Cab Calloway

Title: You Rascal You
Artist: Cab Calloway
Composer(s): Sam Theard

Lyric:
Now I?ll be glad when you?re dead, you rascal you, uh huh
I?ll be glad when you?re dead, you rascal you, oh yeah
Well, I let into my home, you gonna leave my woman alone
I?ll be glad when you?re dead, you rascal you

Now I?ll be glad when you die, you rascal you, uh huh
I?ll be glad, oh I?ll be tickled to death
When you leave this earth it?s true, oh yeah
When you?re lyin? down six feet deep, no more fried chicken will you eat
I?ll be glad when you?re dead, you rascal you, oh yeah

Ah, you just ain?t no good
Oh, you dog, now listen here

I?ll be glad when you?re dead, you rascal you, uh huh
I?ll be glad when you?re dead, you rascal you, oh yeah
I?ll be standin? on the corner high, when they drag your body by
I?ll be glad when you?re dead, you know I?m gonna be so happy
When you?re gone you dog
I?ll be glad when you?re dead, you rascal you

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You Rascal You - Lyrics - John Fogerty

Title: You Rascal You
Artist: John Fogerty
Composer(s): Sam Theard

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Lyric:
Now I?ll be glad when you?re dead, you rascal you, uh huh
I?ll be glad when you?re dead, you rascal you, oh yeah
Well, I let into my home, you gonna leave my woman alone
I?ll be glad when you?re dead, you rascal you

Now I?ll be glad when you die, you rascal you, uh huh
I?ll be glad, oh I?ll be tickled to death
When you leave this earth it?s true, oh yeah
When you?re lyin? down six feet deep, no more fried chicken will you eat
I?ll be glad when you?re dead, you rascal you, oh yeah

Ah, you just ain?t no good
Oh, you dog, now listen here

I?ll be glad when you?re dead, you rascal you, uh huh
I?ll be glad when you?re dead, you rascal you, oh yeah
I?ll be standin? on the corner high, when they drag your body by
I?ll be glad when you?re dead, you know I?m gonna be so happy
When you?re gone you dog
I?ll be glad when you?re dead, you rascal you

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Jus' A Rascal - Lyrics - Boy in Da Corner - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Jus' A Rascal
Album: Boy in Da Corner
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Tesmond Rowe, Dylan Mills

Lyric:
He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal
He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal
He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal
He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal

He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal
He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal
He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal
He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal

Stress on the brain, complain too da fool
Stress on the brain, complain too da max
I'm gonna search for big money stacks
Top tens an' platinum whacks

Ain't got no need for a chain of a chaks
I'm a rude boi, I ain't gotta relax
I got this game in my head like dax
Got this game in my hand, be cool

I'll stop a bull, make a boi relax
I'll take teeth for the jewels an' jaks
We make money off album tracks
Come on, I'll face it, let's all face facts

You may be some handsome chaps
What's that, but I'm invisible to all
Foolish fakish cats
Roll Deep will have some of that

Jus' another brain complain to da max
Jus' another brain complain to da low
Gotta get money, got get a lot of ho
No less than a G for the show

Ain't got no buff or I'll hang dudes
Who think I hang wit da low
I get round all ways in a go
I get round all ways in a rush

Can't stop, yo, I won't eva hush
Drinkin' beer make my lot lush
When I come to the crotch with crush
Never chat shit, talk shit, get flushed

I talk tough 'coz life's been rough
Gritty, shitty life
Ain't been to pretty far from buff
So I'm off to L, the good stuff

He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal
He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal
He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal
He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal

He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal
He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal
He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal
He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal

Definitely I hustle black
Definitely I grind
So you can try anything you want
I definitely don't mind

Definitely got my ting
I definitely know your face
So don't jump out your promo
Definitely put you in your place

Definitely I hustle black
Definitely I graft
So you can chat anything you want
'Coz I'll definitely will jus' laugh

Definitely got my swords
Definitely really sharp
So don't keep talkin' like you bright
Definitely will get dark

Listen, definitely I hustle black
Definitely I fly
So you can try anything you want
I'll definitely jus' sigh

Definitely know I'm real
Definitely no, you ain't
So don't try being no devil
'Coz I definitely ain't no saint

Definitely I hustle black
Definitely I win
So you keep takin' this for a joke
'Coz definitely jus' grin

Definitely could've heard
Definitely couldn't know
Don't talk like your on top
I'll leave you definitely bellow

He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal
He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal
He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal
He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal

He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal
He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal
He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal
He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal

Bugs roll on ya, so stay low
I might have to get live O
An' ya don't need the stress as I grow
So jus' sit like I'm hot like a kettle

You might get scolded or burnt up
But I guarantee, the Feds won't turn up
Hang it up, yo, you must give it up
Like a bitch, go fetch ya makeup

I'm street wise hang with the phat guys
So spectize, make the whole crew capsize
Slap guys when I talk walk past
I wrestle guys, won't no take downs, so no lives

When I pour true, there is no clear sky's
Jackass kidnapped that guys
Capped that guys replaced with gaz

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Flyin' - Lyrics - Showtime - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Flyin'
Album: Showtime
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Dylan Mills

Lyric:
Yeah
What ya, what are ya this week?
He thinks he's rough, he's always got a screw-face
He's stush and he thinks he's heavy
I've heard, I've heard it all man
It's the same thing, I'd say it's the same shit
I can't believe it, I'm just being me
I work, I'm not doing this 'cos I got the money or cos I'm famous
This is what I was, you get me?

You can say I'm too rude, you can say I think I'm heavy
You can say I think I'm all that, I've heard it all already
You can say I think I'm rough, you can say you can't wait
Till the day you meet me face to face and swear to set me straight
You can say I sideswipe, you can say I'm overrated
You can slag me off to every female I've ever dated
You can say I'm kinda meek, you can say I'm just a prick
Just say you what you want and what you will but say it quick

'Cos I'm flyin', I ain't got time
You must makin' moves, why you watchin' mine?
You got so much to say about my grime
You must be up there, I see you up there
'Cos I'm flyin', I ain't got time
You must makin' moves, why you watchin' mine?
You got so much to say about my grime
You must be up there, I see you up there, yeah

You could say I'm arrogant, you should probably say I'm vain
You can say my head swole since I see a little fame
You can say I left the hood, my success was a mistake
You can see I'm under pressure, you can say I'm bound to break
You could never say I'm fake, 'cos I always keep it real
You can say "So wot?" I can say "So chill"
You can say I'm too cheeky, you can say, I make you sick
Just say what you want and what you will but say it quick

I'm flyin', I ain't got time
You must makin' moves, why you watchin' mine?
You got so much to say about my grime
You must be up there, I see you up there
'Cos I'm flyin', I ain't got time
You must makin' moves, why you watchin' mine?
You got so much to say about my grime
You must be up there, I see you up there

Fellas acting bitchy lately quite unsurprisingly
They would love to cut my face but they just cock their eyes at me
Like little ladies would you wish you could express yourself
But violent silences from ya, stops ya so keep your feelings stealth
And wondering if I'm gonna laugh, I'm saying don't worry
I weren't invited here, I ain't leavin' in a hurry
So any preconceptions that you've got of me, forget 'em
Please don't let 'em, confuse you, I'm gully

And rude and blatant, no time, in a hurry, impatient
Don't make no more inquiries, fuck you, is my only statement
The only answer I'm about to give you
Fuck you and whoever came with you
Fuck them and anybody related, fuck if I get me frustrated
'Cos I ain't the type to hype and rare
I'ma hope I scare 'em, make 'em fear me
I'm pretty certain you're not near me, there's no need for that
I'm taking time, away from the prick and prick and grime, serious grime
Leave the microphone alone, strap and spray some verses with the 9

I'm flyin', I ain't got time
You must makin' moves, why you watchin' mine?
You got so much to say about my grime
You must be up there, I see you up there
'Cos I'm flyin', I ain't got time
You must makin' moves, why you watchin' mine?
You got so much to say about my grime
You must be up there, I see you up there, yeah, hoo

Rasci, won't change for no one, ever
I'm me, I've been me
Dapper, jacker, rapper, whateva
I don't play, swear to you

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Goody Goody - Lyrics - Chicago

Title: Goody Goody
Artist: Chicago
Composer(s): Matt Malneck, Johnny Mercer

Lyric:
Hey, got yourself a good thing, it's a good thing
It's a good thing, got yourself a good thing
I won't let you go

So you met someone who set you back on your heels
Goody goody
So you met someone and now you know how it feels
Goody goody
So you gave him your heart too, just as I gave mine to you
(Gave him your heart too)
And he broke it in little pieces, now how do you do?

So you lie awake just singin' the blues all night
Goody goody
So you think that love's a barrel of dynamite
Hooray and hallelujah
You had it comin' to ya
Goody goody for him, goody goody for me
And I hope you're satisfied, you rascal you

Good thing, got yourself a good thing
It's a good thing, got yourself a good thing
I won't let you go

So you met someone who set you back on your heels
Goody goody
So you met somebody and now you know how it feels
Goody goody
So you gave him your heart too just as I gave mine to you
(Gave him your heart too)
And he stuck it in his collection, section ninety-two

So you lie awake just singin' the blues all night
So you think that love's a barrel of dynamite
Hooray and hallelujah
You had it comin' to ya
Goody goody for him, goody goody for me
And I hope you're satisfied, you rascal you

Hey, got yourself a good thing, good thing
Good thing, got yourself a good thing
I won't let you go

It's a good thing, got yourself a good thing
Good thing, got yourself a good thing
I won't let you go

Good thing, got yourself a good thing
Good thing, got yourself a good thing
I won't let you go

Good thing, got yourself a good thing
Good thing, got yourself a good thing
I won't let you go

Good thing, got yourself a good thing

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Goody Goody - Lyrics - Ella Fitzgerald

Title: Goody Goody
Artist: Ella Fitzgerald
Composer(s): Matt Malneck, Johnny Mercer

Lyric:
Hurray, hallelujah
Hurray, hallelujah
And I hope you're satisfied, you rascal, you

So you met someone who set you back on your heels, goody goody
You met someone and now you know how it feels, goody goody
You gave her your heart too, just as I gave mine to you
And she broke it in little pieces, now how do you do?

So you lie awake just singin' the blues all night, goody goody
You think that love's a barrel of dynamite
Hurray and hallelujah, you had it comin' to ya
Goody goody for her, goody goody for me
And I hope you're satisfied, you rascal, you

You gave her your heart too, just as I gave mine to you
And she stuck it in her collection, section ninety-two
So you lie awake just singin' the blues all night, goody goody

You think that love's a barrel of dynamite
Hurray and hallelujah, you had it comin' to ya
Goody goody for her, goody goody for me
And I hope you're satisfied, you rascal, you

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How You Want That (West Coast Remix) - Lyrics - Loon

Title: How You Want That (West Coast Remix)
Artist: Loon
Composer(s): Sean Combs, Jeremy Graham, Chauncey Hawkins, Jack Knight, Kelis Rogers, Varick Smith, Jesse Bonds Jr Weaver

Lyric:
Hah hah hah hah, hah
Hah hah hah hah, hah

Yeah, bad boy baby
Loon, it's your turn now kid
Show 'em what you got

I be that young handsome cat, same color chocolate
Same nigga pop shit, same nigga got shit
Loon ain't no lame, Loon never gossip
Nigga Loon in the game 'cause Loon got some hot shit

Sick of you cats screaming out block shit
I done sold numerous drugs and drew the block sick
Look at me now, pull up in the drop six
Bitch in your block looked at my watch and she got sick

Look at her now, all up in the cockpit
Rolling my windows up to get a kid top quick
Loon is a pimp, trick ain't the topic
Nigga you do the shrimp, trip to the tropics

That's not my steez, not like me
It's not the way I wanna blow my cheese, like I blow my trees
The whole world know I need, a girl that'll curl my toes for me

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need in my life

Less confusion, party with Puff last conclusion
Grab shorty there wit the hair, ass is huge
And lips is juicy, way she move her hips so loosely
Critical curves see it through furs

Curious so I want to see if it's hers
Delirious so I had to see if it's her, it wasn't me
I ain't touch you that's on me and my words
You ain't gotta flip the script, kick me to the curb

'Cause I was, just checking you, wasn't disrespecting you
Lips so sexual while your friend protecting you
Baby girl I know you're far from a slut
I know the difference between a car and a truck

I'm not a dumb nigga
You had these young niggas scarring you up
You know the difference between a scar and a cut
You're not a dumb nigga
So let's take it from the car to the club
And hit the bar and get a bottle of bub, and have fun nigga

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need in my life

Baby all bubble, have a li'l chat, a small huddle
Time to make money and more trouble
And we all hungry and all hustle
And we all humble, but together we got more muscle

And we got dough, nigga me and P we hot yo
Make a hip hop show look like a rock show
Oh Jesus Christ! Look the way that the rocks glow
Want the world to see so we keeping them tops low

Rascal, keep it on my lap for Broscoe
One shot your blood drip thicker than Basco
Drop though, keep the illest cat wit the hot flow
Watch a pro turn a grown man to a snot nose

I pity a fool, never touch titties in schools
Son you can't hang wit Diddy and Loon
We all-stars, nigga playing bet he was cool
Got more broads than you and any nigga in your crew, bad boy

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need in my life

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need in my life

Yeah! bad boy baby
The Legacy continues!
We won't stop, yeah, and another one
And another one, let's go

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need in my life

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Wot U On? - Lyrics - Boy in Da Corner - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Wot U On?
Album: Boy in Da Corner
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Dylan Mills

Lyric:
Love talks to everyone
Love talks to everyone

Love talks to everyone, money talks more
Love talks to everyone, money talks more
Love talks to everyone, money talks more
I couldn't be a chief, money money money

Love talks to everyone, money talks more
I couldn't be a chief, I couldn't be a chief

Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a dappa
You're lookin' at your jewelery thinkin' your a dappa
Now your 'round your way tryna say you're a dappa
I'll stop you in your midst with a blitz von clapper

Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a don
You're lookin' at your avirex thinkin' you're a don
Now you're in your area with your friends you're a don
I'll catch you by yourself make your health full gone

Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a scopse
You're lookin' at your half ounce thinkin' you're a scopse
You're always walkin' 'round tryna sound like a scopse
But make no mistake you're a fake, dizzy knows

Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a G
You're lookin' at your fake watch thinkin' you're a G
I see you Stratford Rex tryna flex like a G
Lookin' for your gat she was sat next to me

You could be a dappa, you could be a don
But I ain't watch your face I don't care where you're from
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?

You could be a scopse, you could be a G
But pass anythin' it's a iyna to me
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?

Big shout to the girl who thinks she's a diva
You're at your dressin' table thinkin' you're a diva
But steady tryna walk tryna talk like a diva
And now you just wonder and under achiever

Big shout to the girl who thinks she's a devil
You're lookin' for a way to cause harm like a devil
You're sittin' in your yard talkin' hard like a devil
Cold bitter, gold digger lookin' for a medal

Big shout to the girl who thinks she's a swingers
You're gettin' up your gums to the boys like a swingers
You're chattin' to a br'er, you don't care you're a swingers
But 'now you're on the floor readin' war for beginners

Big shout to the girl who thinks it's a game
You're always chattin' air musta been like a game
You chat the dizzy man rude like a game
Don't make me have to skitz keep your lips from my name

You could be a dappa, you could be a don
But I ain't watch your face, I don't care where you're from
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?

You could be a scopse, you could be a G
But pass anythin' it's a iyna to me
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?

I heard you gotta a problem with me? Rude boy listen
Why you tryna make enemies? Rude boy listen
Go and get your street family, rude boy listen
I'll be waitin' patiently, rude boy listen

Got stop chattin' my name, rude girl check it
Any little way of gettin' fame, rude girl check it
Me and your man ain't the same, rude girl check it
You ain't got no shame, rude girl check it

I love girls and money, money, money
I got watched faced, I watched money, money, money
I worked real hard for the money, money, money
And in the paper chase for the money, money, money

I'm from the streets of, I couldn't be a chief
Got girls on my case so, I couldn't be a chief
If its arms we can meet 'cos, I couldn't be a chief
I put you in your place 'cos, I couldn't be a chief

You could be a dappa, you could be a don
But I ain't watch your face I don't care where you're from
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?

You could be a scopse, you could be a G
But pass anythin' it's a iyna to me
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?

You could be a dappa, I couldn't be a chief
You could be a dappa, I couldn't be a chief
You could be a dappa, I couldn't be a chief
You could be a dappa, I couldn't be a chief

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How You Want That - Lyrics - Loon - Loon

Title: How You Want That
Album: Loon
Artist: Loon
Composer(s): Sean Combs, Jeremy Graham, Chauncey Hawkins, Jack Knight, Kelis Rogers, Varick Smith, Jesse Bonds Jr Weaver

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Lyric:
Hah hah hah hah, hah
Hah hah hah hah, hah

Yeah, bad boy baby
Loon, it's your turn now kid
Show 'em what you got

I be that young handsome cat, same color chocolate
Same nigga pop shit, same nigga got shit
Loon ain't no lame, Loon never gossip
Nigga Loon in the game 'cause Loon got some hot shit

Sick of you cats screaming out block shit
I done sold numerous drugs and drew the block sick
Look at me now, pull up in the drop six
Bitch in your block looked at my watch and she got sick

Look at her now, all up in the cockpit
Rolling my windows up to get a kid top quick
Loon is a pimp, trick ain't the topic
Nigga you do the shrimp, trip to the tropics

That's not my steez, not like me
It's not the way I wanna blow my cheese, like I blow my trees
The whole world know I need, a girl that'll curl my toes for me

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need in my life

Less confusion, party with Puff last conclusion
Grab shorty there wit the hair, ass is huge
And lips is juicy, way she move her hips so loosely
Critical curves see it through furs

Curious so I want to see if it's hers
Delirious so I had to see if it's her, it wasn't me
I ain't touch you that's on me and my words
You ain't gotta flip the script, kick me to the curb

'Cause I was, just checking you, wasn't disrespecting you
Lips so sexual while your friend protecting you
Baby girl I know you're far from a slut
I know the difference between a car and a truck

I'm not a dumb nigga
You had these young niggas scarring you up
You know the difference between a scar and a cut
You're not a dumb nigga
So let's take it from the car to the club
And hit the bar and get a bottle of bub, and have fun nigga

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need in my life

Baby all bubble, have a li'l chat, a small huddle
Time to make money and more trouble
And we all hungry and all hustle
And we all humble, but together we got more muscle

And we got dough, nigga me and P we hot yo
Make a hip hop show look like a rock show
Oh Jesus Christ! Look the way that the rocks glow
Want the world to see so we keeping them tops low

Rascal, keep it on my lap for Broscoe
One shot your blood drip thicker than Basco
Drop though, keep the illest cat wit the hot flow
Watch a pro turn a grown man to a snot nose

I pity a fool, never touch titties in schools
Son you can't hang wit Diddy and Loon
We all-stars, nigga playing bet he was cool
Got more broads than you and any nigga in your crew, bad boy

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need in my life

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need in my life

Yeah! bad boy baby
The Legacy continues!
We won't stop, yeah, and another one
And another one, let's go

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need in my life

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Hold Ya Mouf' (Featgod'S Gift) - Lyrics - Boy in Da Corner - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Hold Ya Mouf' (Featgod'S Gift)
Album: Boy in Da Corner
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Dylan Mills

Lyric:
Get me, we got a lot to talk 'bout
Raskit, Gods gift, oh yo

What you do will come back to you
What you do will come back to you
What you do will come back to you
What you do will come back to you

What you do will come back to you
What you do will come back
Hold ya mouf, hold ya mouf, ah

Raskit don't give a shit, I mean
Ain't concerned, ain't worried, don't mind
But you should watch your lip, I mean
If you keep chattin' in a hurry, you'll find

The bottom of a 6 foot pit, I mean
Don't care what creed, color or kind
Bullets will make you sit, I mean
Make you relax, lay down, unwind

Raskit don't give a damn, I mean
Ain't that bothered not much, don't care
Catch me if you can, I mean
It's possible you will get hit with a chair

Talk like your the man, I mean
If you want beef you'll get a fair share
Dizzee got a master plan, I mean
I'm a problem for Antony Blair

Raskit don't have a bar, I mean
Don't have it from him, her or dem
I'll make a rude boy say rarr, I mean
With or without the use of a skeng

Remove you from your car, I mean
Got a temper, its big like Ben
And I don't care who you are, I mean
Move to your boys, I'll move to your men

Raskit don't waste time, I mean
Don't hesitate, don't pet, don't ramp
22, 38, .9, I mean
These digits'll leave you stiff like cramp

You wanna test? that's fine, I mean
You couldn't take Dizzee Rascal for a tramp
If you cross my line, I mean
I'll leave you colorful, dazed and damp

I don't want beef today, it's not arms today
Let's keep it calm today, let's be friends
I don't wanna write today, let's not fight today
I feel alright today, let's be friends

You've got a problem blud?, Let's solve it blud
Gats and bora's blud, hold ya mouf
You've got a problem blud?, Let's solve it blud
Gats and bora's blud, hold ya mouf

Yo, it don't make no sense to me
Why fella's don't wanna act sensibly?
You better re-check your identity
You better re-check how you speak

You don't make no sense to me
If I switch I won't act sensibly
I'll make you care intensively
You'll be in a coma for a week

And I really can't come to grips
With how these fellas act just like chicks?
But now I retaliate with clips
And now I retaliate with force

You should come to grips
With how you really should watch your lips
You better know we're some lunatics
And that we retaliate, of course

You don't wanna feel the heat from muh
I roll deep wi' muh
I'm always on the street wi' muh
I eat wi' muh, I sleep wi' muh
And I can put you 6 foot deep wi' muh

Chat shit you get beat wi' muh
Roll straight sound be the street wi' muh
Try if I'm never on my feet wi' muh
I'm only on my feet when I bus' heat

And you just ran outta luck wi' muh
Say your gonna get fucked up wi' muh
Gunshots leave bodies bruk wi' muh
And I can make the whole place duck wi' muh

If you don't wanna get stuck wi' muh
Don't wanna get out the truck wi' muh
'Cause you'll get jacked and gun but wi' muh
And I'll leave your whole jaw bruk wi' muh

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Goody, Goody - Lyrics - Frank Sinatra

Title: Goody, Goody
Artist: Frank Sinatra
Composer(s): Matt Malneck, Johnny Mercer

Lyric:
So you met someone who set you back on your heels, goody goody
So you met someone and now you know how it feels, goody goody
So you gave him your heart too, just as I gave mine to you
And he broke it in little pieces and now how do you do?

So you lie awake just singin' the blues all night, goody goody
So you think that love's a barrel of dynamite
Hooray and hallelujah, you had it coming to ya
Goody goody for him, goody goody for me
And I hope you're satisfied you rascal you, hey!

So you met someone who set you back on your heels, goody goody
So you met someone and now you know how it feels, goody goody
So you gave him your heart too, just as I gave mine to you
And he broke it in little pieces and now how do you do?

So you lie awake just singin' the blues all night, goody goody
So you think that love's a barrel of dynamite
Hooray and hallelujah, you had it coming to ya
Goody goody for him, goody goody goody for me
Your love has been denied, you've been taken for a ride
And I hope you're satisfied you rascal you

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Hardback (Industry) - Lyrics - Maths & English - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Hardback (Industry)
Album: Maths & English
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Dylan Kwabena Mills

Lyric:
Hardback, stern face
Play your position and know your place
Only move when the money's callin?
Take my advice, you'll be ballin?

You need a hardback, stern face
Play your position and know your place
Only move when the money's callin?
Take my advice, you'll be ballin?

First up, it's important that you keep your shit original
Try and keep that copycat shit to a minimal
People want somethin? that they never heard before
If it's been done, leave it, they don't wanna hear no more

Secondly, here's another clever thing that you can do
Find yourself a good manager who's really got a clue
'Cause there's so many to choose from, they all look the part
But it's difficult to come across the ones that's really smart

And can stand firm and steady when the label's talkin? shit
Will respect, it keeps it gangsta but does everything legit
And dependable, you can trust to handle your biz
And can really make you sure of what the situation is

Next up, find a record label that ain't full of pricks
One that let's you breathe artistically but makes you come with hits
Congratulations now you've got your deal, you're set to go
Lemme fill you in on just a couple things you need to know

You need a hardback, stern face
Play your position and know your place
Only move when the money's callin?
Take my advice, you'll be ballin?

You need a hardback, stern face
Play your position and know your place
Only move when the money's callin?
Take my advice, you'll be ballin?

Next up, change your number
Change your phone and change your chip
'Cause there's gonna be a lot of people ringin?, talkin? shit
Whether bredrens wantin? money 'cause now suddenly you're rich
Or some dumb hatin? fassies tryin? to take you for a bitch

Yeah, I know it's minor and you can handle it, it's nothin?
But eventually you're really gonna wanna do somethin?
And that's counter-productive, beefin? over bullshit
You can never stop them dumb bredrens tryin? to bullshit

Plus you're in the limelight, well-paid verbalist
Which leads me onto my next subject, journalists
These are the people that could put your name about
So be careful what you're sayin? when you're talkin? out your mouth

And avoid bein? ignorant, tone down the thug-shit
Come to interviews buzzin?, tone down the drug shit
Keep your eye on the ball, mind on the job
And before you know you'll have the whole world on your knob

You need a hardback, stern face
Play your position and know your place
Only move when the money's callin?
Take my advice, you'll be ballin?

You need a hardback, stern face
Play your position and know your place
Only move when the money's callin?
Take my advice, you'll be ballin?

Here's somethin? that I shoulda stressed early on
Don't go spendin? all your money till it's gone
'Cause the taxman's gonna want his paper when it's due
And there's nobody above the taxman especially you

And another thing, buy your house before you buy your car
Don't tell no one where you are, even better if you're far
Everybody knows you're gangsta and that Porsche looks great
But do you really want it sittin? on that council estate?

Differently, watch where you choose to socialize
Keep an eye out for trouble, watch for devils in disguise
And please don't be fooled by no pretty females
Play it safe, never let 'em know your full details

I ain't sayin? be para', I'm just sayin? be sure
You can never know if that bitch will be braggin? what she saw
And aside from makin? money, keep lovin? what you do
I ain't saying nothin? more because the rest is up to you

I got a hardback, stern face
Play your position and know your place
Only move when the money's callin?
Take my advice, you'll be ballin?

You need a hardback, stern face
Play your position and know your place
Only move when the money's callin?
Take my advice, you'll be ballin?

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Flex - Lyrics - Maths & English - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Flex
Album: Maths & English
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Nicholas Donald Detnon, Dylan Kwabena Mills

Lyric:
I wanna see you dip, dip, dip
And let me see you rock, rock, rock
I wind up on ya hip, hip, hip
And never ever stop, stop, stop

I wanna see you dip, dip, dip
And let me see you rock, rock, rock
I wind upon ya hip, hip, hip
And never ever stop, stop, stop

I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you move like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

I love it when you whine like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

I love it when I see a pretty girl whining
I can even watch a butters girl grinding
Control the body with great timing
Ain't shy in the dark, there shining

Does somethin? to me when I see her vibes in
Drop it like it?s hot you got my tings rising
So frequent, there's no disguising
What d'you expect? That ain't surprising

These girls get my blood pressure rising
Their wiggling and jiggling, I'm hiding
Checking them back offers so them fighting
So night'cha girls, so exciting

Gotta bit on this, don't wanna get right in
It's better now, widda mandem fighting
Never ever shit, no matter scores rising
S'cuse me, you really gotta say something

I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you move like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

I love it when you whine like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

Gyalfriend, how you whine like that
Beautiful, you look so fine like that
Ain't seen her for a long time like that
You should go t'jail for a crime like that

Buss up the floor, you don't cut no slack
Dancehall king, you're not at all laid back
Make up for what the other girls lack
Look so good you got me going off track
I can't even chat

While my heartbeat's going rat ta tat tat
So serious you got me ill like that
Temperature rising y'know I feel like that
Nah fo'real you could kill like that

Widda Double D, with pure skill like that
I can't get enough, so it's real like that
I'd love it if you flex with Dil like that

I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you move like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

I love it when you whine like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

Okay, all right
Let's dance all night
All right, okay
Let's dance all day

Okay, all right
Let's dance all night
All right, okay
Let's dance all day

Gosh golly, my oh my
Hoping that you ain't looking at any other guy
Your figure is so pleasing to the eye
Especially when you do the bubble or the butterfly

See a bit of sweat dripping down your thigh
But somehow you still stay high an' dry
Gosh, you make a Rude Boy so shy
Got the whole club saying, my oh my

Please don't stop, please don't stop, give it
If not, show me how I gotta get with it
You're the best, I ain't scared to admit it
I swear I care, I won't dare bet with it

What's the deal, you're looking at me like izzit?
But you won't know less you come pay a visit
Life's to short to be cautious, in it
And don't just stand on the edge, come live it

I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you move like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

I love it when you whine like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

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Learn - Lyrics - Showtime - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Learn
Album: Showtime
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): T Rowe, Dylan Mills, Dizzee Rascal V Vardoen

Lyric:
Like, who the fuck are you?
Yeah, who the fuck are you?
Is it recordin' yer?

I come direct when I inject and I'm expecting your respect
I'm a baller, you've been checked
I'm the kind of kid you can't detect ya know
Out and about I put my elbow in your mouth

You're a fassy there's no doubt I bet my sword will make you shout
I'm intense, you best see sense I'll have you hangin' from a fence
Then I'll laugh at your expense and maybe chuck you 50 pence
Snitch you make me switch, you sound and look just like a bitch
Whether you're poor or whether you're rich I'll leave you lyin' in the ditch

'Cause I'm from ragged raggo rags, you wear raggo rags like me
I'm ahead boy, I ain't in tune rappin' raggo rapidly
We easily be the worst bust academics first
Batty crew MC's get academically reversed

I'm academicly perverse, academically perverted
Batty crew MC's get academically diverted
Some return, we clearly get burnt get hurt
Until they realize they should academically of blurted

You don't want the beef, you don't want the grime
You ain't got the guts, I ain't got the time
But you can come to the man and get jakked
Come to the man or get killed
Come to the man or get shot
Come to the man or get killed

We call it arms as, arms as, go and get your crew
If you can't back that arms ask, who the fuck are you
We call it arms as, arms as, go and get your firm
If they don't wanna listen then we better make them learn

Raised in the gutter I was told I should fight
I create and cause confusion from the left to the right
I'm sweet as a nut, I'm doin' alright, cosy and comfortable
Still I try and avoid the sergeant, P.C and the constable

Raised in the gutter I was told I should bop
I create and cause confusion from the bottom to the top
I'm doin' okay, I will honestly say this year I'm flyin' through
I could easily find myself in jail but I ain't tryin' to

I keep it clear in front, relax wid the pressure
I'm dirty, and I'm stank but ain't nobody fresher
My haters make inquiries, make it obvious they care
When it comes to my location they would love to be aware

But I could be in the man or could be overseas
Could well be definitely makin' peace
Could be live at Wembley, warmin' up for Jay-Z
Still I'm definitely certain that you can't see me

You don't want the beef, you don't want the grime
You ain't got the guts, I ain't got the time
But you can come to the man or get jakked
Come to the man or get killed
Come to the man or get shot
Come to the man or get killed

We call it arms as, arms as, go and get your crew
If you can't back that arms ask, who the fuck are you
We call it arms as, arms as, go and get your firm
If they don't wanna listen then you better make them learn

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Old Skool - Lyrics - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Old Skool
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Nicola Bayers, James Brown, Dylan Kwabena Mills

Lyric:
Rudeboy, don't watch that
'Cause if it's arms house, I'll rock that
And if it's on top, you know I got that
Come through with a big baseball bat

Like blood, don't make me get old skool
Blood, don't make me get old skool
Blood, don't make me get old skool
Blood, don't make me get old skool

Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He's a pussy'ole, he's a chief, leave him
Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He ain't got your back, if it's beef leave him

Why you rollin' with that pussy'ole?
Movin' with that pussy'ole?
You know that he's a pussy'ole
I showed you he's a pussy'ole

He's always been a pussy'ole
So he'll always be a pussy'ole
But you're still with that pussy'ole
You must be a pussy'ole

That's that bredder always frontin' like he's strong
Sneaky fake fuck always runnin' to his brother when it's on
Hardly backs the beef, last one swingin'
First one runnin', makin' up stories, he's a chief

Bringin' bredders to the ends, actin' up
Puttin' on a show, tryin' talk funny to his friends
But he's really not a don, they know it
And you know it, so something must be seriously wrong

'Cause you're parrin', his mum calls you darlin'
But his brother has got you shottin' with no way of stoppin'
I heard you both had beef with an older brer
You took a spark and he just stood there

Now that boy's a pussy'ole, say it ain't true
It started because of him and ended with you
And that's the kind of shit that's gonna continue
But I guess it don't matter if that's what you're into

Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He's a pussy'ole, he's a chief, leave him
Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He ain't got your back, if it's beef leave him

Why you rollin' with that pussy'ole?
Movin' with that pussy'ole?
You know that he's a pussy'ole
I showed you he's a pussy'ole

He's always been a pussy'ole
So he'll always be a pussy'ole
But you're still with that pussy'ole
You must be a pussy'ole

The sun the biggest star in the sky
But naturally it's gotta make room for the moon every night
Everything's got its time limit, even relationships
Everything's sunny when the friendship's tight

A friend in need is a friend indeed
But a friend with no money and no weed
Can flip the script at a ridiculous speed
And make a best friend an ex-friend for the P

A couple of years ago in my road youth days
I was into pirate radio, I guess it was a phase
There was this one particular MC man
Was a older in my ends and I thought he was the don

So I started rollin' with him kind of like a little brother
My cousin used to say he was a pussy undercover
I didn't think that it was nothin' more than jealousy
But I wish I would've listened every time he told me

Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He's a pussy'ole, he's a chief, leave him
Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He ain't got your back, if it's beef leave him

Why you rollin' with that pussy'ole?
Movin' with that pussy'ole?
You know that he's a pussy'ole
I showed you he's a pussy'ole

He's always been a pussy'ole
So he'll always be a pussy'ole
But you're still with that pussy'ole
You must be a pussy'ole

Pussy'ole, pussy'ole
Pussy'ole, pussy'ole

Stay away from them pussy'oles, you can have it all
Live endlessly, tremendous, forever ball
Stand up for something or for anything you'll fall
But differently, know when not to lose your cool

'Cause it ain't what you show, it's what you're concealin'
Put a smile on the deepest negative feelin'

Stand tall even when they're hatin' and they're schemin'
Then watch your money rise right to the ceilin'
Stand tall even when they're hatin' and they're schemin'
Then watch your money rise right to the ceilin'

Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He's a pussy'ole, he's a chief, leave him
Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He ain't got your back, if it's beef leave him

Why you rollin' with that pussy'ole?
Movin' with that pussy'ole?
You know that he's a pussy'ole
I showed you he's a pussy'ole

He's always been a pussy'ole
So he'll always be a pussy'ole
But you're still with that pussy'ole
You must be a pussy'ole

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Respect Me - Lyrics - Showtime - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Respect Me
Album: Showtime
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Wayne Gardner, Dylan Mills

Lyric:
People are gonna respect me if it kills you
People are going to respect me if it kills you
You people are gonna respect me if it kills you
You people are gonna respect me if it kills you

Yo look, do it how they didn't
Now they really wanna try to do it, but I'm telling them no
I'm in a predicament with imitators
Wanna take my style and other bit of my flow

All this copy cattin' on my lyrics that ya chattin'
Betta stop until the gunshots blow
Do you really want it 'coz I really wanna give it
If you do just let me know

I show arrogance and elegance but no
Tolerance for nonsense I bring
Violence I'm a nuisance
Killer MC leave no evidence

I've got brains and intelligence but no
Conscience no innocence, we roll
In the darkened silence
Represent us in any residence

And I swing for your chin with no hesitense
I'ma captain ya betta bring your regiments
And you're a failure don't have no relevence
I'ma champion and a victor prick ya

So not ready so till ya see ya soul
Headed for the golden gates
No really you monkeys are playin' with hate
Not guerilla warfare it's the coppers I carry this stick for

Plus I've had enough of these
Lil' cheek comin' from fake MC's
Bad minders and skat ladies
Talkin' about how it used to be

Well it's a brand new day, so leave me be
I don't need you so don't need me
Your opinion don't interest me
Don't like me that's fine by me

'Coz from Holly street ta Hollywood it's all good
From New York ta your cool it's all cool
You're a fool if ya think I'm gonna cease
Now honestly could there really be peace

It don't seem that way to tough
Stop with the games I play to rough
You must be smokin' to much puff
Divert or be deceased

UK rapper stabbed in napa
'Coz of gossip 'coz of chatter
He's still breathin' he's still a dapper
Retaliate with gun clapper

Truthfully I can't see very well
Don't flatter your self your any girl
Them boy's shoulda said need ta hell
Now prepare for the beast

You people are gonna respect me, I better make you respect me
You people are gonna respect me, I better make you respect me
You people are gonna respect me, I better make you respect me
You people are gonna respect me, I better make you respect me

You people are gonna respect me if it kills you
You people are gonna respect me if it kills you

I swear yo, endless speculation I'm facin'
Constant controversial relations
To gun crime at garage events
With so many claims and no evidence

Suggesting I'm the reason
For the UK gun clap season
I'm legal may I stress
To the fool for the sake of strident intelligence

Go ahead check my files all day
Bit of criminal damage and T D A
Might be a little bit of violent disorder
But I ain't never been locked away

Got a few mates that have been convicted
Yes so what it's the hand life dealt them
We weren't blessed with the systems T L C
Government shoulda tried ta help them

Any law breaker ain't tryna hide it
As for the sentence ain't tryna ride it
Stop that so I could do this
I'm legit ya may as well kiss my

A S S P L E A S E
I'm L E G I T
You ain't got nothin' on me

But to the pricks who think I'm slackin'
Please don't ever be fooled I'm packin'
This is a welcome and it's a warning
Please don't ever just think I'm rappin'

You know the score I'm raw from day
Still Dylan the villain from around the way
Feel free to quote anything I say
Please don't ever just think I'm chattin'

Gonna respect me, I better make you respect me
You people are gonna respect me, I better make you respect me
You people are gonna respect me, I better make you respect me
You people are gonna respect me, I better make you respect me

You people are gonna respect me if it kills you
You people are gonna respect me if it kills you
Respect me

I know what you're thinkin' it's gone to far now in it
Fuck it, if I don't speak who's gonna speak for me
Stand up for myself in this shit, so fuck you, unapologetic
Can't be, never have been, won't be a prick

Yeah, that's it

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Pussyole (Old Skool) - Lyrics - Maths & English - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Pussyole (Old Skool)
Album: Maths & English
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Nicola Bayers, James Brown, Dylan Kwabena Mills

Lyric:
Rudeboy, don't watch that
'Cause if it's arms house, I'll rock that
And if it's on top, you know I got that
Come through with a big baseball bat

Like blood, don't make me get old skool
Blood, don't make me get old skool
Blood, don't make me get old skool
Blood, don't make me get old skool

Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He's a pussy'ole, he's a chief, leave him
Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He ain't got your back, if it's beef leave him

Why you rollin' with that pussy'ole?
Movin' with that pussy'ole?
You know that he's a pussy'ole
I showed you he's a pussy'ole

He's always been a pussy'ole
So he'll always be a pussy'ole
But you're still with that pussy'ole
You must be a pussy'ole

That's that bredder always frontin' like he's strong
Sneaky fake fuck always runnin' to his brother when it's on
Hardly backs the beef, last one swingin'
First one runnin', makin' up stories, he's a chief

Bringin' bredders to the ends, actin' up
Puttin' on a show, tryin' talk funny to his friends
But he's really not a don, they know it
And you know it, so something must be seriously wrong

'Cause you're parrin', his mum calls you darlin'
But his brother has got you shottin' with no way of stoppin'
I heard you both had beef with an older brer
You took a spark and he just stood there

Now that boy's a pussy'ole, say it ain't true
It started because of him and ended with you
And that's the kind of shit that's gonna continue
But I guess it don't matter if that's what you're into

Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He's a pussy'ole, he's a chief, leave him
Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He ain't got your back, if it's beef leave him

Why you rollin' with that pussy'ole?
Movin' with that pussy'ole?
You know that he's a pussy'ole
I showed you he's a pussy'ole

He's always been a pussy'ole
So he'll always be a pussy'ole
But you're still with that pussy'ole
You must be a pussy'ole

The sun the biggest star in the sky
But naturally it's gotta make room for the moon every night
Everything's got its time limit, even relationships
Everything's sunny when the friendship's tight

A friend in need is a friend indeed
But a friend with no money and no weed
Can flip the script at a ridiculous speed
And make a best friend an ex-friend for the P

A couple of years ago in my road youth days
I was into pirate radio, I guess it was a phase
There was this one particular MC man
Was a older in my ends and I thought he was the don

So I started rollin' with him kind of like a little brother
My cousin used to say he was a pussy undercover
I didn't think that it was nothin' more than jealousy
But I wish I would've listened every time he told me

Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He's a pussy'ole, he's a chief, leave him
Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He ain't got your back, if it's beef leave him

Why you rollin' with that pussy'ole?
Movin' with that pussy'ole?
You know that he's a pussy'ole
I showed you he's a pussy'ole

He's always been a pussy'ole
So he'll always be a pussy'ole
But you're still with that pussy'ole
You must be a pussy'ole

Pussy'ole, pussy'ole
Pussy'ole, pussy'ole

Stay away from them pussy'oles, you can have it all
Live endlessly, tremendous, forever ball
Stand up for something or for anything you'll fall
But differently, know when not to lose your cool

'Cause it ain't what you show, it's what you're concealin'
Put a smile on the deepest negative feelin'

Stand tall even when they're hatin' and they're schemin'
Then watch your money rise right to the ceilin'
Stand tall even when they're hatin' and they're schemin'
Then watch your money rise right to the ceilin'

Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He's a pussy'ole, he's a chief, leave him
Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He ain't got your back, if it's beef leave him

Why you rollin' with that pussy'ole?
Movin' with that pussy'ole?
You know that he's a pussy'ole
I showed you he's a pussy'ole

He's always been a pussy'ole
So he'll always be a pussy'ole
But you're still with that pussy'ole
You must be a pussy'ole

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