Live O Songtext
von Dizzee Rascal

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I don′t wanna screw but nothin' ain′t new
I'll educate your whole crew when I come through
And you know it's true, so what you gonna do?
You ain′t got the foggiest, ain′t got a clue
Got a little fame, yeah I got game
Get my way with your dame just on my name
All I gotta say, get out the way
Dizzee Rascal's hot like summer bay


And I hit MC′s like croquet
If a boy pet then a boy must pay
You can start answerin' on a lay, lay
Please feel free, you can bring it any day
Anyway, get wet like Perrier
Better hope there′s a ambulance on the way
OK, if you wanna fight just say
We uppercut MC's like sugar Ray

Hot like Cairo, hot like Mars
But I want houses and I want cars
So I spit verses and I spit bars
I don′t care what they say man, I ain't play
Hot like lava, hot like hell
Move to your sister, move to your girl
Charmane, Sherlyn, or Chantalle
You better hide your wife, protect her well

Killer instinct, instinctive killer
Run dear life, can't get no realer
Young guns flapping their guns with no fear
Females, money and guns, it′s all here
Top shotters, big cats, street gats
Bent coppers aim for your knee caps
Some pay a visit to jail without bail
Some stay on top of the game without fail


It′s live o (live o)
It's live o (live o)
It′s live o
Look, skank out (skank out)
Skank out (skank out)
Skank out (skank out)
And jump about

See-saw, margerie door
Guess who sneaked in through the back door?
Born with a hacksaw through a trap door
Dizzee got a cheek and not much more
What's that violence, what′s that war?
Put him in a head lock, see if he's raw
I cause arms, that′s on the dance floor
Set trends, set standards, set score

Spin that bottle, nah dash that bottle
Talk tough but you ain't got no bottle
Get strangled, get hold, get throttled
Dizzee come old school like Aristotle
Blue bottle flying about with six 0's
Ice dry hockey, stick brake collar bones
We check girls with broken holes
Big batties, big breasts, light skin souls

It′s live o (live o)
It′s live o (live o)
It's live o
Look, skank out (skank out)
Skank out (skank out)
Skank out (skank out)
And jump about (move it, yeah)

Didn′t wanna listen, didn't wanna care
Left that boy in a gutter somewhere
Wanna talk life or wanna talk rare
I make you wish you were born elsewhere
I gotta wash that girl out my hair (right)
She′s old news, everyone's been there
No we′re not equal, no we're not fair
That girl's innocent, she gets air

That MC′s a doubt
Tell him I said it and I said it real loud
Going on rowdy, going on row
That boy tried me, that boy failed
Sorry, pardon, what?
Could have got board up, could have got shot
Gun man, get gun down on the spot
Who′s hot, who's a bad boy, who′s not?

It's live o (live o)
It′s live o (live o)
It's live o
Look, skank out (skank out)
Skank out (skank out)
Skank out (skank out)
And jump about (we′re movin' out)

Dizzee Rascal, yes, you get me? (Yeah)