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Live O Lyrics

Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Album: Boy In Da Corner

Answerphone Voice:

At the tone please record your message
At the tone please record your message
At the tone please record your message
At the tone please record your message

Dizzee Rascal:
I don't wanna screw
but nothin aint new
I'll educate your whole crew when i come through
And you know its true
So what you gonna do?
You aint got the foggiest aint got a clue
Got a little fame Yea 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 answer on a lay lay
Please feel free you can bring it any day
Anyway get wet like perry-ay
Better hope theres 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 dont care what they say man i aint play
Hot like lava hot like hell
Move to your sister move to your girl
Charmane Cheriline or Chantelle
You better hide your wife, protect her well

Killer insticnt, insticntive killer
Run dear life cant get no bigger
Young guns flapping their guns with no fear
Females, money and guns its 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

Chorus:
Its live O (live O)
Its live O (live O)
Its live O (ah)
Look
Skank out (skank out)
Skank out (skank out)
Skank out (skank out)
And jump about

Dizzee Rascal:
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
Whats that voilence whats that war?
Put him in a head lock see if hes raw
I cause arms thats on the dance floor
Set trend set standard set score
Spin that bottle, nah dash that bottle
Talk tough but you aint got no bottle
Get strangled get hold get throttled
Dizzee come old skool like Aristotle
Blue bottle flying about with six holes
Ice dry hockey stick brake collar bones
We check girls with broken holes
Big battys big breasts light skin toes

Chorus:
Its live O (live O)
Its live O (live O)
Its live O (ah)
Look
Skank out (skank out)
Skank out (skank out)
Skank out (skank out)
And jump about

Dizzee Rascal:
Didnt wanna listen didnt wanna care
Left that boy in a gutter somewhere
Wanna talk Livo O wanna talk rare
I make you wish you were born else where
I gota wash that girl out my hair
Shes old news everyones been there
No were not equal no were not fair
That girls innocent she gets air
That MC's a boubt
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 of got brought up could of got shot
Gun man get gun down on the spot
Whos hot whos a bad boy whos not?

Chorus:
Its live O (live O)
Its live O (live O)
Its live O (ah)
Look
Skank out (skank out)
Skank out (skank out)
Skank out (skank out)
And jump about

Dizzee Rascal you get me?

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