Dizzee Rascal - 2 Far (FeatWiley) lyrics

You really don't have to do this, Why do people jus ask for things when they don't 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 'cause 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 see you tno slack she'll never go back Marriage, love, wife please! All that talk is stupid plus I don't believe in cupid 'cause Sometimes mo times everyone 2 times (CHORUS) Who do they think they are You push me too far LOOK I don't care who you are NO I'm a super, superstar Who do they think they are You push me too far LOOK I don't care who you are NO Yo, yo I don't obey no policemen 'cause they forget they're human uh Get excited quickly but, he ain't got a gun I'll kick him and run (tell him) Don't talk to me about roaming 'cause queen elizabeth don't 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 'cause 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 s**y 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 ain't 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 you 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 That's 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) x 2