Dizzee Rascal "Knock, Knock" |
chorus: Knock knock who's there? Dizzee Dizzee who? Ras, Anarchic-arse, killer mc force knock knock who's there? Bad Bad who? Boy, i'm here to annoy, take away your joy Knock knock who's there? jak jak who? you you're not wiv your crew, what you gonna do? Knock knock who's there? Big Big who? Gun, point me to the sun, watch your fassy run Yo, i'm dizzee ras nightmare from the big e a s t i'm exactly what your parents don't wanna see on your tv i'm nasty precisely intimidate anyone that i choose refuse to lose express unlimited controversial views your average boy or girl on the street might be familiar with my beat and/or familiar with my sound i'm formerly from the underground and its clear, for a year i've been turnin up the heat made you get up an outta your seat shake your fists and shuffle your feet lets make another thing clear they didnt burn me up enough i'm still here so what was the purpose of your little charade? your little charade was whack just about hurt me you shoulda marked me up on a rampage now i'm back 5 stab wounds couple scratchin bruisin and some (chains?) 4 half-hearted fassies 4 borers no brains did it, two weeks before my album helped me sell double but lets not dwell on that its the least of your trouble (chorus) Hey y'all considerin, the part i play, the position i'm in you wouldn't be expectin me to say i prefer the day to nights when i gotta turn up and play-up rip-off dusty sweaty cluttered raves where the audience all screw-face and the promoters don't wanna pay and half o'the boys in the crowd wanna blast me and half o'the girls wanna show how little they care bout standin right there at the front tryina look right past me it gets depressin thinkin bout it even more knowin that i'm gonna face the usual hassle at the door because as well as lippy hacks i hate cocky bouncers i ain't ere to rave i'm ere to get paid, look you search me up rough like i'm any common crook my name's on the flyer man forget the guest book abusin your authority you look like a fool you faulty standard underdog you know you're old skool i ain't wearin a shirt and shoes so you don't think i look right but its cush-ty mate i'm gettin paid more than you tonight (chorus) Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |