Lyrics Don't Be Dumb - Dizzee Rascal, Ocean Wisdom

Don't Be Dumb

With ten bitches, I fingered all ten of them
Quick stitches
It weren’t nothing to do with this
my brudda then
Sticks treading in
Dip
Mischief bubbling, swift and menacing
Oh my god, he can’t
Bredrin, that sounds threatening
Very unsettling
Somebody get him some ketamine
Settle him down and heckle him
And I got a big face
Kettle, all metal, no bezelling
Never done banking scams, embezzling
Run up on him on the main road, no pedaling
Tlling him stop being feminine
Mind your businss bitch, stop meddling
Oopsie-daisy, better than Jay Z
, didn’t want gravy
Beef shaky, looking all Haiti
I demand you never try play me
Skip the intro if it ain’t
Sip the Vimto, daydream
I decide who’s gonna fuck mainstream
I’m the guy who’s running it lately
Mate, it’s late and getting all rapey
Molest the beat like Spacey
Rapping all hasty, spitting all racey
I’m no square but they can’t debase me
They can’t erase me
I’m not Patrick Swayze
Dancing away, are you crazy?
Fuck who paid me
All I gotta say
Get paid on the daily
I’m so wavey
if a nigga weren’t good at it
This’d be the end
On the riddim I’m doing it
but her pussy still doing it
She be in the ends, but I might go ruin it
True-True Do-Do You-You
Stupid cunt and dumb buffoon
I’ll come in your room and come on a spoon
And then mix that inna the juice
Your mother
Yo blud, I’m confused and I’m unamused
You don’t wanna see me come through with the one-two
Some sort of Kung Fu
Anything fun for you, I’m gonna undo
Yeah, I’m gonna Sun you
Not hot-cross when I say I’m gonna bun you
Tell me one thing that I said that is untrue
Couldn’t give a toss, ain’t taking a loss
I’m a boss for you dumb yutes
(Move)
Don’t be dumb
'Cos you’ll get spun
And it won’t be fun (no)
You’ll be glum (sad)
I’m not your chum (not me)
No, I ain’t the one (no way)
Gotta whole lotta lip and whole lotta tongue
But what have you done?
Don’t be dumb
'Cos you’ll get spun
And it won’t be fun (no)
You’ll be glum (sad)
I’m not your chum (no)
No, I ain’t the one (no way)
Gotta whole lotta lip and whole lotta tongue
But what have you done?
It’s Dylan the villain
Sicker than penicillin
No cinnamon in it
I’ll come through gung-ho
Yeah, I’m ready and willing
I’ve been winning and flinging my willy at women
I said I’m gonna make a million from the beginning
Now I’m making a killing
I ain’t begging or bidding
I’m just doing it big, so now I’ll give it the biggun
No kidding
Yo Wis, come swing at the riddim
Did it when they did it
Got a bitch the kitchen smitten
she be feeling
the mirror little Brazillian
stick it to your missus like my
finish it
Wizzy
what you telling them?
Jesus, that’s a bloody mouthful
And I got my hands full
That’s a mazza
Doesn’t matter cuh' I’m gonna stand tall
Coming to your manor like a Randall
Hit 'em with the bottom of the sandal
Quicker than the flicker of a candle
with the and let it dangle
and I get a little tricky with the angle
Sticky in the inner city, brewing up a scandal
Do you wanna gamble?
Have you ever seen a nigga with a
killers difficult to handle
tryna wrangle
I ain’t really tryna tangle
request a likkle strangle
by the ankle angle
jiggidy-bangle
mangled
Run to a man
pum-pum in a shambles
It’s Dizzee and Wizzy, we get hella busy
Everytime we up on the riddim, we really belly
Touch road like a Pirelli with two shelly
Something ready to move heavy
Heavyweight, never debate, we never hesitate
Delegate, we in the game, them man never play
Imitate all that you want, you won’t elevate
Anyway, sorry mate
You better get away
(Move)
Don’t be dumb
'Cos you’ll get spun
And it won’t be fun (no)
You’ll be glum (sad)
I’m not your chum (not me)
No, I ain’t the one (no way)
Gotta whole lotta lip and whole lotta tongue
But what have you done?
Don’t be dumb
'Cos you’ll get spun
And it won’t be fun (no)
You’ll be glum (sad)
I’m not your chum (no)
No, I ain’t the one (no way)
Gotta whole lotta lip and whole lotta tongue
But what have you done?
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