Lyrics Dizzee Rascal

Dizzee Rascal

Slow Your Roll

Tell them boys to stop over-fussin'

Tell them boys there ain't no discussion

Tell them boys I heard it all before

It ain't new to me you gotta show me suttin'

Act up fore I blow or suttin'

Blow for blow

Toe to toe

I run my own show

But I am not known for duckin'

Tell my homeboys to roll me suttin'

Standin' out in the cold is cuttin'

Reminiscing on back in the day before Isle of Dogs and E3 was shootin' broad day and riskin' lives over nothin'

Them boys were like older cousins

Went away I came back I heard it went mad but I could not speak cos it was too peak I had to just hold my tongue in

Shoulder shruggin'

Lookin' over my shoulder

Told 'em slow your roll when the roads are gunnin'

On top and the show was runnin'

These times it was over-numbin'

Alls fair when it's love and war

Bredders actin' all cold an' cunnin'

I was focussed on my dough was comin'

Deep down I knew my soul was bunnin'

Sting a bee in a sling they stung him

Couple shots came through went wrong

Held one, he survived the stunnin'

Payback gotta at least gotta get one in

No point tryna talk 'em down

Can't tell these negros nuttin'

Like

Slow your roll and get dough

Slow your roll and get dough

Slow your roll and get dough

And let the foolishness go

Slow your roll and get dough

Slow your roll and get dough

Slow your roll and get dough

There's more to life than you know

Slow your roll and get dough

Slow your roll and get dough

Slow your roll and get dough

And let the yout dem grow

Youngers takin' up arms

Youngers out to do harm

Like it's Afghanistan

Switchin' up garms

Kickin' up drama

Gotta handle these qualms

Chip at the top of their arm

Someone ring the alarm

Ringin' shots on the calm

Nothin' left in their eyes

Lost the love and the charm

Ain't no Quran

And they're mentally scarred

They ain't wishin' on stars

They ain't readin' no psalms

Or prayin for peeps, they're playin' for keeps

Futures bleak

They keep the heat in their palms

Compete and beef for postcodes and streets they don't even own yards

Best believe they go hard

So bredders got locked up

Cos there ain't no pot luck

The developers rocked up

Settin' up shop got the whole place locked and it all went and it all got copped and the hood got chopped and the natives cropped and the ends got boxed up, then the price got knocked up

Foreign investment raising the stock up

So the rent got propped up

And it kept gettin' topped up

So the heart got ripped out and rinsed out

Some got shipped out, got kicked out

Few of them stayed but the rest just dipped out

Took the quick route

Power, money and big clout is what it's about

Slow your roll and get dough

Slow your roll and get dough

Slow your roll and get dough

There's more to life than you know

Slow your roll and get dough

Slow your roll and get dough

Slow your roll and get dough

And let the yout dem grow