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WHO'S DAT, WHO'S DAT, WHO'S DAT 
The dope is flying, 
OG, pimp hustler, gangster player, hardcore mother fucker, 
living today, to be honest 
Im totally and completely on his dick! 
 
And you know this MAN 
 
[Dizzee Rascal] 
Its the return of Dizzee Rascal, 
Dem boy na ready yet, trend make a never set, 
Inside outside, inside outside 
Stop dat, start dat, get dat 
Yo, you know, going on dirty going on stank, 
 
Roll deep on these, put these Mcs on deep freeze, 
Hit these, wit these and rip these, 
Come like rusko, come flip these, 
So please dont write with these, 
Fearless, angry, sick MCs, 
Dont like Christines or Brittanys, 
Allow us off; Ill take him with keys, 
And this one strictly for pickneys, 
Old school afro dry wineys, 
Barclays. Halifax, and stick these, 
Endless gunshots, you lick these, 
Trick these, CID with   E, 
Touch mike mcs, drop like freeze, 
Player haters get chop like trees, 
Come a boy rascal, to a boy miseries, 
 
It seems to be cars and cash and girls and peds, 
And manners on flame, keep them higher for them fame, 
It seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed, 
And player for them for the hour, and the boys will make you bleed, 
Seems to be DJs and M and gold and Nike 
We roll deep for the money; we dont want to take your cash, 
It seems to be love and war and hate and life, 
Harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life, 
 
So far from clean, 
Take his trace, to your aunt Maureen, 
Get rhymes, get heard get seen, 
Dizzy run tings , like 
Keep vigilant, keep on grant, 
We chuck grenades at Scotland Yard 
Retard gets kick hard real hard 
Leave death threats in your birthday card 
Oh my days what is he like 
Dizzee don't come 
Dizzee dont bust might 
World wide web, dot slash east end, 
Dizzee dont com jack your girlfriend, 
Co dot uk and last collar 
Deaf kick back slash dot holler 
Frank frasier lyrical tank, 
Dizzee come fresh going on stank 
 
It seems to be cars and cash and girls and peds, 
And manners on flame, keep them higher for them fame, 
It seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed, 
And player for them for the hour, and the boys will make you bleed, 
Seems to be DJs and M and gold and Nike 
 
We roll deep for the money; we dont want to take your cash, 
It seems to be love and war and hate and life, 
Harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life, 
 
Ding dong its on, 
Fake mcs want to sing my song, 
You want to test hurry up bring it on, 
Wanna take me for a mong, thats wrong, 
Hit them with a ge con do,like key do blow, 
Leave bullet hole in your moskeno clothes, 
Hot like weathery grow, gonna come through the hole 
 
Back, front, inside, out, 
Dizzee run a flow to make a boy wile out, 
Six foot deep you can never climb out, 
I smoke dat weed till my mum finds out, 
 
Front, back, outside, in 
Bear folk kids sipping on jing-sing 
Love making not doggy styling 
In a dark park, when the dark in being 
 
It seems to be cars and cash and girls and peds, 
And manners on flame, keep them higher for them fame, 
It seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed, 
And player for them for the hour, and the boys will make you bleed, 
Seems to be DJs and M and gold and Nike 
We roll deep for the money; we dont want to take your cash, 
It seems to be love and war and hate and life, 
Harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life, 
 
I have the feeling that you love me. 
  
 [Thanks to Conman_67@hotmail.com for these lyrics] 
[Thanks to chriswest@blueyonder.co.uk, queen.giffardess.69@hotmail.co.uk for correcting these lyrics] 
 
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