作词 : Dylan Mills

作曲 : Dylan Mills

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[Verse 1]

I don't want to screw, but nothing ain't new

I make to kill your whole crew when I come through (Uh)

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

Got a little fame, and yeah I got game (Game, yeah)

Get my way with your dame, just from my name (Uh-huh)

All I got to say: Get out the way!

Dizzee Rascal's hot like summer day

And I hit MCs like croquet

If a boy pet, then a boy must pay

You could start answers on the lay lay

Please feel free, you could bring it any day

Anyway, get wet like Perrier (Uh-huh)

Better hope there's an ambulance on the way

Okay, if you want to fight , just say

We uppercut MCs like Sugar Ray

Hot like Cairo, hot like Mars

So I spit verses, and I spit bars (Yeah)

I don't care what they say, and I ain't playing (No)

Hot like lava, hot like hell

I'll move to your sister, move to your girl

Charmane, Cheryline, or Chantelle

You better hide your wife, protect her well

Killer instinct, instinctive killer (Yeah)

Around daylight, can't get no realer

Young ones flapping their gums with no fear

Females, money, and guns; it's all here

Bent coppers aim for your knee caps (Uh-huh)

Some pay a visit to jail without bail

Some stay on top of the game without fail (Ooh)

[Chorus]

(It's all up)

It's live O (It's live O)

It's live O (It's live O)

It's live O (Uh)

Skank out (Skank out)

Skank out (Skank out)

And jump about

Move it

[Verse 2]

See-Saw, Margerie Daw (Yo)

Guess who sneaked in through the back door?

Form of a hacksaw through a trap door

Dizzee got a cheek, and not much more

What's that violence whats that war?

Put him in a headlock: see if he's raw

I cause armshouse on the dance floor (Uh)

Set trend, set standard, set score

Spin that bottle, now cash that bottle

Talk tough but you ain't got no bottle

Get strangled, get holed, get throttled

Blue bottles lying about with six holes

Ice dry hockey stick, break collar bones (Uh-huh)

We check girls from broken homes

Big batties, big breasts, light skin tones

Wow

(It's all up)

It's live O (It's live O)

It's live O (Uh)

Look

Skank out (Skank out)

Skank out (Skank out)

Skank out (Skank out)

And jump about

Move it

[Verse 3]

Didn't want to listen, didn't wanna care

Left that boy in a gutter, somewhere

Want to talk Live O want to talk rare

I make you wish you were born elsewhere

I've gotta wash that girl out my hair

She's old news, everyones been in there (Everyones been there)

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

That girls innocent, she gets air

That MC's a doubt

Tell him I said it, and I said it real loud

Going on rowdy, going on row

That boy tried me, that boy failed

Sorry, pardon, what?

Could have got bored up, could have got shot

Gun man, get gunned down on the spot

Who's hot, who's a bad boy, who's not?

Wow

[Chorus]

(It's all up)

It's live O (It's live O)

It's live O (It's live O)

It's live O (Uh)

Look

Skank out (Skank out)

Skank out (Skank out)

Skank out (Skank out)

And jump about

[Outro]

Dizzee Rascal, you get me?