Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song U Can't Tell Me Nuffin', artist - Dizzee Rascal. Album song Maths + English, in the genre Date of issue: 03.06.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: XL
Song language: English
U Can't Tell Me Nuffin' |
| Cause I’ve been through madness |
| 'Nuff madness |
| You can’t tell me nothing |
| And I’ve done pure badness |
| 'Nuff badness |
| You can’t tell me nothing |
| And I’ve had a lot of drama |
| 'Nuff drama |
| You can’t tell me nothing |
| Just look in my eyes, it’s all too clear |
| But it don’t matter, cause I’m still here |
| D-the-i-the-zz-the-e-the-e, straight from the LDN |
| I don’t wanna hear no talk about streets and all that thug from way back when |
| Been a bad boy, I’ll destroy your joy, gotta toy that’ll put that shit to a end |
| That and I walk the walk cause I talk the talk, you got a problem, |
| step to me then |
| Otherwise don’t pretend, stop, breathe, count to ten |
| Keep on chatting or get the leng |
| I stand up tall, I don’t bend |
| So if you got a crew, go get your men |
| We can meet up, say where and when |
| I’ll be on time like Big Ben |
| Couldn’t ever take me for a speng |
| And I ain’t saying it again |
| I like to move it, move it |
| You want beef prove it |
| You got a problem, don’t excuse it |
| You got a 9 mm, it’s your prerogative, use it |
| You got a temper, lose it |
| If not just bounce to the music |
| That’s a better choice anyway, choose it |
| Cause you know that you can’t refuse it |
| Watch the beat, how I bruise it |
| Wild out and nod your head, stupid |
| I ain’t cupid, no love lost |
| I get paid in the end whatever the cost |
| I’m the boss, still work with me |
| Don’t stand looking pretty like Kate Moss |
| Put your hands up like you couldn’t give a toss |
| Either way you know I’m gonna get my point across |
| Get me? |
| I’m still fucking here |
| I don’t give a shit |
| I don’t answer to none of you pussyholes |
| I live my fucking life, yeah |
| I live my fucking life |
| Fuck you |
| (Oi rudeboy, what’s all the hyping for?) |
| These pussyholes don’t want no war |
| They are just acting, I’ve seen it before |
| They are just acting, I’ve seen it before |
| (Rudeboy, what’s all the hyping for?) |
| These pussyholes don’t want no war |
| They are just acting, I’ve seen it before |
| They are just acting, I’ve seen it before |
| Finally, fuck who’s listening |
| The world don’t owe me shit and the feeling’s mutual |
| I just wanna be neutral but I ain’t no prick |
| So no, I don’t smile when I see you, grin when I greet you |
| If it weren’t business I’d beat you |
| And I’d rather be a asshole than a pussyhole |
| You’re a bitch and I see through |
| So fuck you and fuck your ego |
| Cause I really was a poor little negro |
| Don’t need no chain or a throwback |
| I’m really from the streets and you know that |
| But I really would rather be touring |
| Cause most players on the roads ain’t scoring |
| But now it’s Maths & English, I’m focused |
| And it’s Dirtee Stank, so take notice |
| You can’t tell me nothing! |
| You can’t tell me nothing! |