Everywhere

[Intro] I ain't on a hype ting Just out here trying to do the right thing And even though you know I don't mind fighting When I will, it's cash money like lightning You know I (gotta get that dough) I ain't ramping (Gotta get that dough) damn right (Gotta get that dough) I ain't ramping (Gotta get that dough) straight up [Verse 1] Hot taste, charisma, stylie, we got plenty Cruising in the Punto on the way to Bentley Evidently far from gently eating up the roll We act immaturely in a hurry to be old In fact we'll leave you poorly, catch a beating like a cold Go ahead profile and flex like you're big, bad and bold Go ahead go round your next to get hit, had and showed Stay out the paper chase, floppy fellas fold Neglect the rules, respect the codes, follow the guide lines Life's been ugly so far but these are fine times I write below the belt, I bust average fine rhymes I always had to be a star, my city saw the signs I try not to be stupid with my fame But constantly I sense fassies being clever with my name Indirectly call my name like they're calling my bluff So sadly I often sense the need to get rough [Hook] I'm here, there, I'm everywhere, I can't be seen I'm all over, ya nahmean? I'm here, there, I'm everywhere, I can't be seen It's all over, ya nahmean? I'm here, there, I'm everywhere, I can't be seen I'm all over, ya nahmean? I'm here, there, I'm everywhere, I can't be seen So move over, ya nahmean? [Verse 2] Full of strife, that's life, deal with how bad it is Reminisce, reflect, revise on how bad it could have been Abuse time and find out how mad it is Time waits for nobody, handle your biz Extortionists would love to man-handle this I'm ignorant, refuse to understand what extortion is Jack me and get what? Jack me and get where? Get zilch times zero, times nothing plus air Yeah, I'm way beyond care Hate me or love me, try not to stare Your thoughts and your opinions try not to share I show interest on an occasion that is rare Plus I ain't in the hype, I'm above it and I cause it Can't put a stop to the track but I can pause it So play your role, act tough, put on your show I'll let the ratchet be your audience, bullets will applaud it [Hook] [Verse 3] My name is Dizzee Dizz, I handle my biz My spreaders talking gangsta, don't know what a gangsta is They ain't ready yet, I don't claim a set But if you test I'll leave you with something you will regret I'm 5'10", slim, chocolate skin I'll punch you in your nostrils, I'll punch you in your chin But I ain't mad, I'm a lovely lad I'll give you the loveliest beating that you've ever had Rude boy, home boy better chill You know I don't watch no face cause I'm real I don't care if you're sick, I don't care if you're ill My foot will add a nice frill to your ice-grill Son dun-duddy, I don't find shit funny If you ever try and go against the flow of my money Word is bond, what's really good, I'm really hood Take this song as a caution, you really should [Hook] [Outro] Try copy we Hit her with the G, condo energy Lyrical tank, lyrical pedigree Bastard or wee on girl Emily How bad they wanna try copy we? Hit them with the G, condo energy Lyrical tank, lyrical pedigree Dizzee Rascal from the big LD (Hey yo) (Do you hear me?) (Hey yo) (do you hear me?) (Gotta get that dough) (Gotta get that dough) (Gotta get that dough) (Hey yo) (Gotta get that dough)