Dizzee Rascal - Stand Up Tall - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Verse1] Raskit, Boy in da Corner, I still Roll Deep Youngsta, gimme the beat and let me through London city forever, you know I still creep Ain't no stopping me ever, you best move Live O, ghetto wherever with no redemption World wide critics acclaim my big moves Showtime, main event you can't defeat Dizzee Ras hotter than Nelly I can't lose East side boy, make the paper rise Never been anything like these faker guys Big up my north west, south east types Every section where my connection lies East-side boy, made the crowd go loops Never had a desire for chinese zoots Big up my Midlands, up north troops Any playas in my face come up with a bruise [Hook] Get your backs up, backs up, back off the wall Sounds of the Youngsta and Dizzee Rascal Don't give it half-hearted, give it all Pull up your socks and stand up tall Backs up, backs up, back off the wall Sounds of the young star, Dizzee Rascal Don't give it half-hearted, give it all Pull up your socks and stand up tall [Verse 2] Can't run the marathon without training Or stretch the art form without straining Too much hype not enough braining Whole lot o' money, little maintaining Whole lot o' complaining, no plan Little more, no less then ten grand Blinging, ice sitting nice in your hand Too much platinum, not enough land East-side boy, make the paper rise Never been anything like these faker guys Big up my Ireland, Scotland types Every section where my connection lies East-side boy, made the crowd go loops Never had a desire for Chinese zoots Big up my Europe, USA troops Any playas in my face come up with a bruise [Hook] [Bridge] To my east-side crew get paper To my west-side crew get paper To my south-side crew get paper And tell da playa hater, "see you later" To my north-side crew get paper To my midlands crew get paper To my up north crew get paper And tell da playa hater, "see you later" (Dizzee rascal, the livest, loudest, dirtiest, grimiest Most hot, Dirtee Stank London stand up tall!) [Verse 3] Don't be silly come with your milli, I'm like billy Don't be dumb come with your gun, I ain't fun When I come I come ere to stun you get bunned Midnight, broad daylight fight, dog fight You don't really want it with Dizzee, I get busy You don't really want me to pop, I'll get fizzy Real fizzy bill up a zoot, we smoke whizzy He knows, she knows, we're tough negroes Forever ready and I'll be ready forever You don't wanna try a ting, I'll put holes in your leather So please never ever try try and be clever I'll be wetting MC's like rainy weather Too the two faced nigga screw faced laced in Get chased 'n' get placed in a bin Get a slicing, battering, working Dizzy boy don't stop 'til it's hurting [Hook]
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