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- Dizzee Rascal Slow Your Roll 歌詞
- Dizzee Rascal
- Tell them boys to stop over fussin'
Tell them boys there ain't no discussion
Tell them boys I heard it all before
It ain't new to me you gotta show me suttin'
Act up fore I blow or suttin'
Blow for blow
Toe to toe
I run my own show
But I am not known for duckin'
Tell my homeboys to roll me suttin'
Standing out in the cold is cuttin'
Reminiscing on back in the day before Isle of Dogs
And e3 was shootin' broad day
And riskin' lives over nothing
Them boys were like older cousins
Went away I came back I heard it went mad
But I could not speak
Cause it was too peak I had to just hold my tongue in
Shoulder shruggin'
Looking over my shoulder
Told 'em slow your roll when the roads are gunnin'
On top and the show was runnin'
These times it was over numbin'
Alls fair when it's love and war
Bredders actin' all cold an' cunnin'
I was focussed on my dough was coming
Deep down I knew my soul was bunnin'
Sting a bee in a sling they stung him
Couple shots came through went wrong
Held one he survived the stunnin'
Payback gotta at least gotta get one in
No point tryna talk 'em down
Can't tell these negros nuttin'
Like
Slow your roll and get dough
Slow your roll and get dough
Slow your roll and get dough
And let the foolishness go
Slow your roll and get dough
Slow your roll and get dough
Slow your roll and get dough
Theres more to life than you know
Slow your roll and get dough
Slow your roll and get dough
Slow your roll and get dough
And let the youth dem grow
Youngers takin' up arms
Youngers out to do harm
Like it's Afghanistan
Switchin' up garms
Kickin' up drama
Gotta handle these qualms
Chip at the top of their arm
Someone ring the alarm
Ringin' shots on the calm
Nothin' left in their eyes
Lost the love and the charm
Ain't no Quran
And they're mentally scarred
They ain't wishin' on stars
They ain't readin' no psalms
Or prayin' for peeps they're playing for keeps
Futures bleak
They keep the heat in their palms
Compete and beef for postcodes
And streets they don't even own yards
Best believe they go hard
So bredders got locked up
Cause there ain't no pot luck
The developers rocked up
Settin' up shop got the whole place locked
And it all went and it all got copped
And the hood got chopped
And the natives cropped
And the ends got boxed up
Then the price got knocked up
Foreign investment raising the stock up
So the rent got propped up
And it kept getting topped up
So the heart got ripped out and rinsed out
Some got shipped out got kicked out
Few of them stayed but the rest just dipped out
Took the quick route
Power money and big clout is what it's about
Slow your roll and get dough
Slow your roll and get dough
Slow your roll and get dough
There's more to life than you know
Slow your roll and get dough
Slow your roll and get dough
Slow your roll and get dough
And let the youth dem grow
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