Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slow Your Roll, artist - Dizzee Rascal. Album song Raskit, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dirtee Stank
Song language: English
Slow Your Roll |
| 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' |
| Standin' 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 nothin' |
| Them boys were like older cousins |
| Went away I came back I heard it went mad but I could not speak cos it was too |
| peak I had to just hold my tongue in |
| Shoulder shruggin' |
| Lookin' 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' |
| All’s fair when it’s love and war |
| Bredders actin' all cold an' cunnin' |
| I was focussed on my dough was comin' |
| 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 |
| 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 yout 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 playin' 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 |
| Cos 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 gettin' 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 yout dem grow |