Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Seems 2 Be , by - Dizzee Rascal. Release date: 20.07.2023
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Seems 2 Be |
| The dopest, flyest |
| OG, pimp hustler, gangster player |
| Hardcore motherfucker living today |
| To be honest I’m totally and completely on his dick |
| And you know this, MAN |
| It’s the return of Dizzee Rascal |
| Dem boy not ready yet, trend they can never set |
| Inside outside, inside outside |
| Stop dat, start dat, get dat |
| Yo, you know, going on dirty going on stank (Yo) |
| Roll deep on these (Uh) |
| Put these MC’s on deep freeze (Freeze) |
| Hit these, whip these and rip these |
| Come like Busta, we flip these |
| So please don’t rap with these (Nah) |
| Fearless, angry, sick MC’s |
| Don’t like Christine’s or Britney’s |
| Lalas or Tinky Winkys |
| And this one’s strictly for pickneys |
| Old school afro dry white knees |
| Barclays, Halifax, we stick these |
| Endless gunshots, you lick these |
| Trick these CIDs with ease |
| Touch mic, MC’s jump like fleas |
| Player haters get chopped like trees |
| Come a boy rascal, to a boy miseries |
| It seems to be cars and cash and (Uh) girls and peds |
| And manners on flame (Uh), better keep your eyes out for them feds |
| It seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed (Weed) |
| And pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed |
| Seems to be DJ’s and MC’s and gold and Nike’s |
| We roll deep for the money; |
| we don’t want no technicalities |
| It seems to be love and war and hate and life |
| Harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life |
| So far from clean (So far) |
| Play kiss chase with your aunt Maureen |
| Get rhymes, get heard, get seen |
| Dizzee run things like Idi Amin |
| Keep vigilant, keep on guard |
| We chuck grenades at Scotland Yard |
| Retard gets kicked hard, real hard |
| Leave death threats in your birthday card |
| Oh my days, what is he like |
| Dizzee.com, Dizzee. |
| bustmic |
| World wide web./east end |
| Dizzee.com jacked your girlfriend |
| Co.uk, outlaw scholar |
| Barefoot pimp\\.holla |
| Frank Fraser lyrical tank |
| Dizzee.com/going on stank |
| It seems to be cars and cash and girls and peds |
| And manners on flame (Uh), better keep your eyes out for them feds (Woo) |
| It seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed (Weed) |
| And pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed |
| Seems to be DJ’s and MC’s and gold and Nike’s |
| We roll deep for the money; |
| we don’t want no technicalities |
| It seems to be love and war and hate and life |
| Harsh life, hustle life, thug life (Yo), street life (Listen up, yo) |
| Ding dong, it’s on |
| Fake MC’s want to sing my song (Song) |
| You want to test? |
| Hurry up, bring it on |
| Wanna take me for a mong? |
| Nah, that’s wrong |
| Hit them with a Jeet-Kun-Do akido blow |
| Leave bullet holes in your Moschino clothes |
| Hot like weather, we grow, carry condoms for the hoes |
| Back, front, inside, out |
| Dizzee got the flow to make a boy wile out |
| Six foot deep you can never climb out |
| I smoke dat weed til my mum finds out |
| Front, back, outside, in |
| Barefoot kids sipping on jing-sing |
| Love making? |
| Nah, doggystyling |
| In a dark park on a dark evening |
| It seems to be cars and cash and girls and peds |
| And manners on flame (Uh), better keep your eyes out for them feds |
| It seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed (Weed) |
| And pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed |
| Seems to be DJ’s and MC’s and gold and Nike’s |
| We roll deep for the money; |
| we don’t want no technicalities |
| It seems to be love and war and hate and life |
| Harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life |