Dizzee Rascal 2 Far Lyrics

2 Far Lyrics

Album : Boy In Da Corner

You really don't have to do this,
why do
people jus ask for things when they dont really want it
they should jus shut
up

Uh 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 money
or shut up)
uh uh uh uh uh

Yo, i don't promote no violence but if that boy gets
arrogant O
leave that boy in the basement so,
done with the bat get up
jus walk
i'm not a female beater but if that girl gets facety O
slap that
girl all hasty cos she might be buff but she's not ruff
i can't believe i'm
hearing that boy thinks i'm not dangerous
let me draw his girlfriend home cu
tno slack she'll never go back
marriage, love, wife please!
all that talk
is stupid plus i don't believe in cupid cos
sometimes mo times everyone 2
times

[CHORUS]
who do they think they are
U push me too
far
LOOK i don't care who you are
NO i'm a super, superstar
who do
they think they are
U push me too far
LOOK i don't care who u
are
NO

Yo, yo i dont obey no policemen cos they forget they're human
uh
get 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
so
how can she control me when i live street and she lives neat
i love
raising conscience but there's jus too much violence uh
i can't stand no
nonsense uhhh
book me, watch me, hear me, pay me
i've been far too
friendly now
everybody wants a favour but i'm not no ones saviour
cos
where was you when i was blue?!

[CHORUS]

Yo, talk in the
mike i'll talk neat
talk to your wife i'll talk sweet
talkin tough i'll
talk wid my feet
rascals run like red meat
talk act talk rough
talk
sexy talk buff
saiatan girls talk rough
talk anything, anywhere, any
stuff
yeah we got style, we'll get cash
yeah we got style, we'll make
cash
some man talk trash
act funny act flash
bring your bora, bring
your mash
get banged, get bashed
we don't care who they are, where they
are
if they wanna bring the beef we aint far

[CHORUS]

I was
hot steppin in my nike m sneaker
you didn't know i was an mc beater,
defeater
giving the mc a sleeper
i'm in to win fairly i'm not a
cheater
i'm starving, hungry ready to eat her
your drinks sweet but my
drinks sweeter though
i'm getting stronger bro your getting weaker bro
i
came straight from the gutter lay low
i'm a ninja turtle u can't step into
my circle
in a sound flash i will hurt you
paper, astor,
liverpool
anyone wanna make paper they put they're face on the floor and
chew
thats what a want
i wanna true ting a double bed fling with a true
ting
wiley, rascal that's the bum ting
gyal wanna bang on my bed
no
long ting!

[CHORUS x2]

shutup no one can't say nothing
ever
i'm your fitness instructor