| Tell them boys to stop over-fussin'
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| Tell them boys there ain’t no discussion
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| Tell them boys I heard it all before
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| It ain’t new to me you gotta show me suttin'
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| Act up fore I blow or suttin'
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| Blow for blow
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| Toe to toe
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| I run my own show
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| But I am not known for duckin'
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| Tell my homeboys to roll me suttin'
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| Standin' out in the cold is cuttin'
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| Reminiscing on back in the day before Isle of Dogs and E3 was shootin' broad
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| day and riskin' lives over nothin'
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| Them boys were like older cousins
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| Went away I came back I heard it went mad but I could not speak cos it was too
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| peak I had to just hold my tongue in
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| Shoulder shruggin'
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| Lookin' over my shoulder
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| Told ‘em slow your roll when the roads are gunnin'
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| On top and the show was runnin'
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| These times it was over-numbin'
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| All’s fair when it’s love and war
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| Bredders actin' all cold an' cunnin'
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| I was focussed on my dough was comin'
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| Deep down I knew my soul was bunnin'
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| Sting a bee in a sling they stung him
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| Couple shots came through went wrong
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| Held one, he survived the stunnin'
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| Payback gotta at least gotta get one in
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| No point tryna talk ‘em down
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| Can’t tell these negros nuttin'
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| Like
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| Slow your roll and get dough
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| Slow your roll and get dough
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| Slow your roll and get dough
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| And let the foolishness go
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| Slow your roll and get dough
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| Slow your roll and get dough
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| Slow your roll and get dough
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| There’s more to life than you know
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| Slow your roll and get dough
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| Slow your roll and get dough
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| Slow your roll and get dough
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| And let the yout dem grow
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| Youngers takin' up arms
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| Youngers out to do harm
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| Like it’s Afghanistan
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| Switchin' up garms
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| Kickin' up drama
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| Gotta handle these qualms
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| Chip at the top of their arm
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| Someone ring the alarm
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| Ringin' shots on the calm
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| Nothin' left in their eyes
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| Lost the love and the charm
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| Ain’t no Quran
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| And they’re mentally scarred
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| They ain’t wishin' on stars
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| They ain’t readin' no psalms
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| Or prayin for peeps, they’re playin' for keeps
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| Futures bleak
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| They keep the heat in their palms
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| Compete and beef for postcodes and streets they don’t even own yards
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| Best believe they go hard
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| So bredders got locked up
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| Cos there ain’t no pot luck
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| The developers rocked up
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| Settin' up shop got the whole place locked and it all went and it all got
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| copped and the hood got chopped and the natives cropped and the ends got boxed
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| up, then the price got knocked up
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| Foreign investment raising the stock up
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| So the rent got propped up
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| And it kept gettin' topped up
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| So the heart got ripped out and rinsed out
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| Some got shipped out, got kicked out
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| Few of them stayed but the rest just dipped out
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| Took the quick route
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| Power, money and big clout is what it’s about
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| Slow your roll and get dough
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| Slow your roll and get dough
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| Slow your roll and get dough
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| There’s more to life than you know
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| Slow your roll and get dough
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| Slow your roll and get dough
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| Slow your roll and get dough
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| And let the yout dem grow |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slow Your Roll , by - Dizzee Rascal. Song from the album Raskit, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп