2 Far Lyrics by Dizzee Rascal

2 Far Lyrics

    featuring Wiley

    You really don't have to do this,
    why do people jus ask for things when they dont really want it
    they should jus shut up

    Uh uh uh uh (whaaat) uh uh (im your fitness instructor) uh uh uh uh
    (i jus wanna make my money, you make yours) uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
    (it's time for some exercise) uh uh uh (what) uh uh uh uh (make money
    or shut up) uh uh uh uh uh

    Yo, i don't promote no violence but if that boy gets arrogant O
    leave that boy in the basement so,
    done with the bat get up jus walk
    i'm not a female beater but if that girl gets facety O
    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 dangerous
    let me draw his girlfriend home cu tno slack she'll never go back
    marriage, love, wife please!
    all that talk is stupid plus i don't believe in cupid cos
    sometimes mo times everyone 2 times

    [CHORUS]
    who do they think they are
    U push me too far
    LOOK i don't care who you are
    NO i'm a super, superstar
    who do they think they are
    U push me too far
    LOOK i don't care who u are
    NO

    Yo, yo i dont obey no policemen cos they forget they're human uh
    get excited quickly but, he aint got a gun i'll kick him and run (tell him)
    don't talk to me about roaming cos queen elizabeth dont know me so
    how can she control me when i live street and she lives neat
    i love raising conscience but there's jus too much violence uh
    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?!

    [CHORUS]

    Yo, talk in the mike i'll talk neat
    talk to your wife i'll talk sweet
    talkin tough i'll talk wid my feet
    rascals run like red meat
    talk act talk rough
    talk sexy talk buff
    saiatan girls talk rough
    talk anything, anywhere, any stuff
    yeah we got style, we'll get cash
    yeah we got style, we'll make cash
    some man talk trash
    act funny act flash
    bring your bora, bring your mash
    get banged, get bashed
    we don't care who they are, where they are
    if they wanna bring the beef we aint far

    [CHORUS]

    I was hot steppin in my nike m 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 drinks sweeter though
    i'm getting stronger bro your getting weaker bro
    i came straight from the gutter lay low
    i'm a ninja turtle u can't step into my circle
    in a sound flash i will hurt you
    paper, astor, liverpool
    anyone wanna make paper they put they're face on the floor and chew
    thats what a want
    i wanna true ting a double bed fling with a true ting
    wiley, rascal that's the bum ting
    gyal wanna bang on my bed
    no long ting!

    [CHORUS x2]

    shutup no one can't say nothing ever
    i'm your fitness instructor


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