Dizzee Rascal Live O Lyrics

Live O Lyrics

I don't wanna screw, but nothin ain't new

I'll educate your whole crew when i come through

And you know its true, so what you gonna do?

You ain't got the foggiest, ain't got a clue



Got a little fame and yeah i got game

Get out my way with your dangerous for my name

All i gotta say, get out the way

Dizzee Rascal's hot like summer bay

And i hit MC's like croquet

If a boy pet then a boy must pay

You can start arms, we're not on the lay-lay

Please feel free, you can bring it any day

Anyway, get wet like Perrier

Better hope there's an ambulance on the way

OK if you wanna fight, just say

We uppercut MCs like Sugar Ray



Hot like Cairo, hot like Mars

But i want houses and i want cars

So i spit verses and a spit bars

I don't care what they're sayin

I ain't playin



Hot like lava, hot like hell

Move to your sister

Move to your girl

Charmeyne, Cherellene or Chantelle

You better hide your wife

Protect her well



Killer instinct, instinctive killer

Round here life cant get no realer

Young-guns flappin their gums wit no fear

Females, money and guns its all here



Top shottas, beer caps, street rats

Bent coppers aim for your knee-caps

Some pay a visit to jail without bail

Some stay on top of the game without fail



Its live-o (its live-o) its live-o (its live-o) its live-o

Look, skank out (skank out) skank out (skank out) 

skank out (skank out) and jump about



See-saw Marjore glore

Guess who's sneaked in through the back door

Born with a hack-saw through a trap door

Dizzee got a cheek and not much more

Whats that? violence? what's that? war?

Put him in a headlock, see if hes raw

I cause arms house on the dancefloor

Set trend, set standard, set score



Spin that bottle, nah dash that bottle

Talk tough but you ain't got no bottle

Get strangled, get hold, get throttled

Dizzee come old skool like Aristotle

Blue-bottle flyin about in 6 zones

Eyes right, hope its sticks out, collar bone

We take girls from broken homes

Big batty's, big breast, light skin-tones



Its live-o (its live-o) its live-o (its live-o) its live-o

Look, skank out (skank out) skank out (skank out) 

skank out (skank out) and jump about (movin')



Didn't wanna listen, didn't wanna care

Left that boy in a gutter somewhere

When i talk live-o, when i talk rare

I'll make you wish you were born elsewhere

I gotta wash that girl out my hair

She's old news, everyones been there

No, we're not equal, no, we're not fair

That girl's anything, she gets air



That MC is dowd 

Tell 'em i said it and i said it real loud

Goin' on rowdy, goin on rowd

That boy tried it, that boy failed



Sorry? pardon? what?

Coulda got borred up, coulda got shot

Gunman get gunned down on the spot

Who's hot? who's a badboy? who's not?



Its live-o (its live-o) its live-o (its live-o) its live-o

Look, skank out (skank out) skank out (skank out) 

skank out (skank out) and jump about 

(we're movin now, Dizzee Rascal in this, ya get me, get me)