Dizzee Rascal - Nutcrackerz lyrics

rate me

Ft. Giggs

(Verse: Giggs)

Cuz man ain't bumpin' him or ya

Man ain't bumpin' him either

Man ain't come fo' him

Man ain't come to grin neither

Man ain't comfortin' geezers, ease up

Man ain't jumpin' in neither

Man just jumpy and eager beavers

It ain't sunken in neither

Man just old school from Gloucester Grove

When man had comfortable Fila

Back when Aston didn't even live there

It was Joshua and Makeda

Back when gangsters weren't even shooting

Man took chunks wit that cleaver

Back all Super Dee, Stone Love days

Yep, Jamrock Sound, Metro Media

(Verse 2: Dizzee)

Back in the day when I was broke

I was on parole and looking out fo' eaters

Back in the day befo' I had seven figures

Our bredders were beggin' me fo' features

Back in the day befo' bloggers and tweeters

Befo' they knew I was a genius

They were the days when I was excluded

From school fo' fuckin' wit my teachers

I was so damn facetious, I would leave em wit fevers

Seizures, bunch of holes in my sneakers

Back in the day befo' I had that

Brand new Range Rover, lookin' devious

Previous, I was movin' mischievous

None of my girlfriends were divas

Making moves was the easiest

Please don't make me get deeper

I was linkin' Kamika, Ice rink and that Creeper

Had em droppin' in caesars

Jesus, bunch of unstable geezers

Bunch of peelers and dealers

Demons, they were holdin' them beaters

We were ownin' them speakers

(Verse 3: Giggs)

Man came back wit that classic

Man came back wit that Raskit

Rolled up wit them Rottweilers

And came back wit Bullmastiffs

Quickly grab them 6 brownings

Women grab me two taxis

There's a negative and a plus side

Hollow's back wit new batteries

Hold up, comin' back fo' ya fassies

Betta run home, call that prop the new lassey

Them 2 straps are 2 massive

Jumped out, pap pap pap wit 2 Maccies

Quick, jump back in front seat and back seat

Pricks get pulled, Rabeena and Capri

(Verse 4: Dizzee)

Don't gas me!

I was on the backstreets, couldn't catch me!

On a jack spree!

They lookin' at me like 'why ya want to rap me?!'

That's crappy

I was actually not flashy

They couldn't have me

All-black in my Nike Air tracky

And I went all out on a fassy

And I didn't make beats on a lappy

What ya know about Rex in Stratty? Exactly!

Had a yatty, in Hackney

Big batty, a bit scatty but I was happy

Cuz she cooked salt fish and ackee

She ain't clapped me

So I've got to give thanks to Selassie

Shy FX and UK Apache

(Verse 5: Giggs)

The speaker blowin', betta keep it goin'

Mention Hollowman when yo speaker flowin'

Get that mozzarella cheese, get the pizza going

Seen yo gully side, now yo weak is showin'

My nigga Dizzee Ras, they say he's a poet

They hear we drop a track, niggas tippy toein'

Now come around a man wit yo pissy poems

I've got bitches on my dick and their lippy showin'