Wiley - 2 Far lyrics
[Verse 1: Dizzee Rascal] Yo, I don't promote no violence but If that boy gets arrogant I'll Leave that boy in the basement so Done with the bad boy talk, just walk I'm not a female beater but if that girl gets facety I'll Slap that girl all hasty cos She might be buff but she's not ruff I can't believe I'm hearing that Boy thinks I'm not near him, just Let me draw his girlfriend home Cut no slack, she'll never go back Marriage, love, wife; please! All that talk is stupid plus I don't believe in cupid cos Sometimes most times everyone 2-times [Hook] Who do they think they are? You push me too far Look I don't care who you are No I'm a super, superstar Who do they think they are? You push me too far Look I don't care who you are No [Verse 2: Dizzee Rascal] Yo, yo I don't obey no policemen cos They forget they're human uh Get excited quickly but He ain't got a gun, I'll kick him and run Don't tell me about royalty cos Queen Elizabeth don't know me so How can she control me when I live street and she lives neat I love raves and concerts but There's just too much violence and I can't stand no nonsense uhhh Book me, watch me, hear me, pay me I've been far too friendly now Everybody wants a favour but I'm not no ones saviour cos Where was you when I was blue?! [Hook] [Verse 3: Dizzee Rascal] Yo, talk in the mic I'll talk neat Talk to your wife I'll talk sweet Talkin' tough I'll talk with my feet Rascal's raw like red meat Talk, act, talk rough Talk s**y, talk buff Certain girls talk 'nuff Talk anything, anywhere, any stuff Yeah we got style, we'll get gash Yeah we got style, we'll make cash Certain man talk trash Act funny, act flash Bring your bora, bring your mash Get banged, get bashed I don't care who they are, where they are If they wanna bring the beef, we ain't far [Hook] [Verse 4: Wiley] I was hot steppin' in my Nike Air sneaker You didn't know I was an MC beater, defeater Giving the MC a sleeper I'm in to win fairly, I'm not a cheater I'm starving, hungry ready to eat her Your drinks sweet but my drink's sweeter though I'm getting stronger bro, you're getting weaker bro I came straight from the gutter, lay low I'm a ninja turtle, you can't step into my circle In a sound clash I will hurt you Paper, that's what I'm living for They don't wanna make paper, they want a place on the floor and choong That's what I want I want choong things, a double bed fling with a choong ting Wiley, Rascal that's the boom-ting Galdem-a bang on my ends No long ting! [Hook x2]