Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Knock, Knock, artist - Dizzee Rascal. Album song Showtime, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.09.2004
Record label: XL
Song language: English
Knock, Knock |
| Knock knock who’s there? |
| Dizzee |
| Dizzee who? |
| Ras |
| And I kick ass |
| Kill a MC fast |
| Knock knock who’s there? |
| Bad |
| Bad who? |
| Boy |
| I’m here to annoy |
| Take away your joy |
| Knock knock who’s there? |
| Jack |
| Jack who? |
| You |
| Your not with your crew |
| What u gunna do Knock knock who’s there? |
| Big |
| Big who? |
| Gun |
| Point me to the sun |
| Watch your fassy run |
| I’m dizzee ras nightmare from the big E A S T |
| I’m exactly what your parent don’t want to see on your tv I nicely, precisely intimadate anyone that I choose |
| Refuse to to lose |
| Express unlimited contriversial views |
| Your average boy or girl on the street might be familiar with my beat |
| And/or familiar with my sound, I’m formerly from the underground |
| And its clear, for a year, I’ve been turing up the heat |
| Made you get up and out of your seat |
| Shake your fists and shuffle your feet |
| And now I’m here |
| Lets make another thing clear |
| They didn’t bun me up enough I’m still here |
| So what was the perpose of your little charade, your little charade was whack |
| Just about hurt me You should of merked me I was on a rampage now I’m back |
| Five stab wounds |
| Couple scratches, bruises and some pains |
| Four half-hearted fassies |
| Four poor is no brains |
| Did it Two weeks before my album came out helped me sell double |
| But lets not dwell on that, its the least of your troubles |
| Eh yo considering |
| The part I play, you wouldn’t expect for me me to say I prefer the day to nights where I gotta |
| turn up and play |
| I rip-off, dusty, sweaty, clotter raised |
| And the audience, all screw faced, and promoters don’t want to pay |
| And half of the boys in the croud wanna blast me And half of the girls wanna show how little they care about standing right |
| there at the front, |
| tryin t’look right past me It gets depressing thinking bout it even more |
| Knowing that I’m gonna face the usual hassle at the door |
| Because as well as lippy hags, I hate cocky bouncers |
| I ain’t here to rave I’m here to get paid look |
| You search me up rough like im any common crook |
| My names on the flyer man, forget the guest book |
| Abusing your athority you look like a fool |
| You faulty standard, underdog, you know your own tool |
| I aint wearin certain shoes so you don’t think I look right (what?) |
| Thats cushdy mate, I’m gettin paid more than you tonight |