Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Other Side, artist - Dizzee Rascal. Album song Raskit, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dirtee Stank
Song language: English
The Other Side |
Tell the barber stop fuckin' with my hairline |
Got mine fitted to the side when I wear mine |
Why these boys keep reachin' for my plate |
Knowin' I don’t wanna share mine? |
Why these boys keep lyin' when they swear blind? |
Why they talking like I never made bare grime? |
Talk tools like I never had a spare 9 |
Why they reachin' for my pockets like it’s their grind? |
They better recline, don’t don’t need a co-sign from the mayor |
Cos I got a pretty penny, I ain’t beggin' in my spare time |
Why these bitches wanna hit me with the bare whine? |
Tell me hit it bareback, these bitches ain’t even worth the airtime |
Why these singers always gotta use Melodyne? |
Why these rappers on their phone on the radio |
They ain’t got prepared lines? |
Why you gotta keep gassin' up their dead rhymes? |
Why I gotta be a hater when I tell the truth? |
Why I gotta like your shitty fire in the booth? |
If you’re really spittin' fire where’s the bloody proof? |
I ain’t hatin' on the youth, if you ain’t got the juice |
What’s the bloody use? |
Cos I’m used to the true spitters on the roof |
East side of the river that’s the bloody roots |
Had to put in work like a pair of muddy boots |
Too big for my boots that’s the truth |
No excuse for you new recruits |
Bunch of dilutes, and a few flukes |
I’ve been out of the loop |
Gotta pepper MCs with a few nukes |
Bunch of fashion MCs think they’re too cute |
Bunch of rubbish MCs stick em in a chute |
Chuck em out of a helicopter with no parachute |
I had to jump through hoops |
I’m a true brute, it ain’t up for dispute |
How bad do you want it? |
Do you really, really want it? |
How bad do you want it? |
Do you really, really want it? |
How bad do you want it? |
Do you really, really want it? |
Do you really, really want it? |
If you want it then I’m on it |
Why these bredders beggin' a re-union? |
Why’s the Godfather touchin' on the kids? |
Why you actin' like you never knew and he’s movin' new again? |
There ain’t ever gonna be another crew again |
So tell Willy that I don’t need a pen pal |
Stop writin' me these letters |
Cos I don’t know what to do with them |
It ain’t ever gonna be '03 or '02 they don’t do it how I did it |
Somebody tell me what I’ve gotta prove again |
I was runnin' round the manor like a hooligan |
I was linkin' up with Gavin he was slewin' them |
Would have been a mad ting if he blew |
All these little grime kids ain’t got a clue |
I ain’t even got a problem with the newer gen |
But all these rappers that you’re begging I will ruin them |
And tell Mega he can make all the noise that he wants |
But I’ll put him on his arse in a swamp with a few of them |
They’re still talkin' about my old wars |
Folklore still talkin' bout my old bars |
Got my thinkin' that it’s all I’m really known for |
I ain’t runnin' from no-one I fought my own wars |
C1 NORTHSTAR, thats a war lord |
If they only knew the way, flip the scoreboard |
And tell Wes that he’s pukka and a mukka |
He’s still a mad man, and a nutter and the heat I just can’t afford |
Coz I’m on tour, they want an encore |
Yeah sure that’s what I’m on for |
Tell the promoters that they gotta put me on more |
I’m like an elevator stoppin' at the wrong floor |
I ain’t got no regrets, if I did have a set |
It would be that I never flew Concorde |
Now my flow is complete 'cah I don’t want no raasclaat beat |
How bad do you want it? |
Do you really, really want it? |
How bad do you want it? |
Do you really, really want it? |
How bad do you want it? |
Do you really, really want it? |
Do you really, really want it? |
If you want it then I’m on it |