Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wanna Be , by - Dizzee Rascal. Song from the album Maths + English, in the genre Release date: 03.06.2007
Record label: XL
Song language: English
Wanna Be |
| So you wanna be a gangster? |
| Tell me just one thing |
| What you know about being a hard-man? |
| Your mum buys your bling |
| Your pockets getting bigger but you couldn’t pull the trigger if you need to |
| Cause you haven’t got it |
| So you might as well quit |
| I’m moving, couldn’t be losing |
| Nothing but a success thing, I’m proving |
| Nothing to you half-heart wasters |
| Standing there yap-yap-yapping on cruising |
| Nobody dictates, I’m choosing |
| Where I go, what I do with my life, stupid |
| And I hold my own, I’m Raskit |
| You better watch your tone, you spastic |
| 'low it, you’re not heartless |
| Nothing but a lot of hot air, you’re harmless |
| I keep getting my paper regardless |
| Your words don’t faze me, I’m marvelous |
| Age 22, zero tolerance |
| And I ain’t got no time for the nonsense |
| You wanna see me, come to my concerts |
| And we can do it on stage with a audience |
| Beef, stripes, guts, glory |
| All these hype bredders in the club bore me |
| I wish when I’d come through they’d ignore me |
| I really can’t deal with another war story |
| Bredders in my face with a fist full of paper |
| Trying to make out they’re a big money maker |
| Talking all loud (Better know man a hustler) |
| I ain’t got time, rudeboy, see you later |
| And I can’t forget these groupies following |
| Fronting, raving, ranting, hollering |
| Yeah, I know I shouldn’t be complaining |
| But these Jezebels do my brain in |
| (I ain’t no groupie, who ya calling Jezebel? |
| Don’t chat to me like I’m just any girl) |
| Ah security, somebody move her |
| (I don’t wanna talk to you anyway, loser) |
| That whip don’t make you a big man (Nah mate) |
| That chain don’t make you a big man (Nah mate) |
| I know you think you’re a big man (What mate?) |
| But really you’re just a waste, man ('low it) |
| Yo, let me wrap it up while I’ve still got time |
| Ain’t nobody telling about no Grime |
| Cause I know where I stand with it, I’m fine |
| Handle your biz, I’m handling mine |
| Everybody chatting 'bout black-on-black crime |
| All I see is the blind leading the blind |
| I wanna leave all the pettiness behind |
| You don’t really want to see me cross that line |
| Leave me alone or you’ll be sorry |
| Beef ain’t nothing new to me, you wally |
| Why don’t you just kick back, be jolly |
| Stay at home with a cup of tea, watch Corrie |
| I’m not listening anyway, man |
| Who rattled your cage anyway, man |
| Ain’t no slacking with this young man |
| Do what I gotta do everyday, fam |