Don’t Be Dumb Songtext
von Dizzee Rascal feat. Ocean Wisdom
Don’t Be Dumb Songtext
Militant, relevant
Frivolous gentleman
With ten bitches, I fingered all ten of them
Quick, ten stitches I spittin this
It weren′t nothing to do with this melanin
Brick my bredda then switch with
Sticks, adrenaline swelling
Dip
Mischief bubbling, swift and menacing
Oh my god, he can't dip my brederin
Bredrin, that sounds threatening
Very unsettling
Somebody get him some ketamine
Settle him down and heckle him
And I got a big face
Kettle, all mеtal, no bezelling
Nevеr done banking scams, embezzling
Run up on him on the main road, no pedaling
Telling him stop being feminine
Mind your business bitch, stop meddling
Oopsie-daisy, better than Jay Z
Didn′t want gravy
Beef shaky, looking all Haiti
I demand you never try play me
Skip the intro if it ain't
Sip the Vimto, daydream
I decide who's gonna fuck mainstream
I′m the guy who′s running it lately
Mate, it's late and getting all rapey
Molest the beat like Spacey
Rapping all hasty, spitting all racey
I′m no square but they can't debase me
They can′t erase me
I'm not Patrick Swayze
Dancing away, are you crazy?
Fuck who paid me
All I gotta say
Get paid on the daily
I′m so wavey
Wouldn't it be convenient if a nigga weren't good at it?
Disobedient on the riddim, I truant it
She the BBM but her pussy still doing it
She be in the ends, but I might go ruin it
True-True Do-Do You-You
Stupid cunt and dumb buffoon
I′ll come in your room and come on a spoon
And then mix that inna the juice
Your mother would use
Yo blud, I′m confused and I'm unamused
You don′t wanna see me come through with the one-two
Some sort of Kung Fu
Anything fun for you, I'm gonna undo
Yeah, I′m gonna Sun you
Not hot-cross when I say I'm gonna bun you
Tell me one thing that I said that is untrue
Couldn′t give a toss, ain't taking a loss
I'm a boss for you dumb yutes
(Move)
Don′t be dumb
′Cos you'll get spun
And it won′t be fun (no)
You'll be glum (sad)
I′m not your chum (not me)
No, I ain't the one (no way)
Gotta whole lotta lip and whole lotta tongue
But what have you done?
Don′t be dumb
'Cos you'll get spun
And it won′t be fun (no)
You′ll be glum (sad)
I'm not your chum (no)
No, I ain′t the one (no way)
Gotta whole lotta lip and whole lotta tongue
But what have you done?
It's Dylan the villain
Sicker than penicillin
No cinnamon in it
I′ll come through gung-ho
Yeah, I'm ready and willing
I′ve been winning and flinging my willy at women
I said I'm gonna make a million from the beginning
Now I'm making a killing
I ain′t begging or bidding
I′m just doing it big, so now I'll give it the biggun
No kidding
Yo Wiz, come swing at the riddim
Did it when they didn′t with a brilliant
Got a bitch all in the kitchen and she finna be smitten
And then I give her with this dick she be feeling a million
In the mirror with [?] little Brazillian
She can eat around the meat then the dinner need finishing
Ay, Wizzy in a likkle predicament
What you telling them?
Jesus, that's a bloody mouthful
And I got my hands full
That′s a mazza
Doesn't matter cuh′ I'm gonna stand tall
Coming to your manor like a vandal
Hit 'em with the bottom of the sandal
Quicker than the flicker of a candle
Stick her with the dick and let it dangle
Picky and I get a little tricky with the angle
Sticky in the inner city, brewing up a scandal
Do you wanna gamble?
Have you ever seen a nigga with a
I been around them killers and they difficult to handle
Think about the business tryna wrangle
[?] breddas I ain′t really tryna tangle
I′m cheating with a suttin that requests a likkle strangle
I pick her by the ankle, I flick her triangle
Jiggidy-bangle, thingy was mangled
Run to her man who lives with her now
Pum-pum in a shambles
It's Dizzee and Wizzy, we get hella busy
Everytime we up on the riddim, we really belly
Touch road like a Pirelli with two shelly
Something ready to move heavy
Heavyweight, never debate, we never hesitate
Delegate, we in the game, them man never play
Imitate all that you want, you won′t elevate
Anyway, sorry mate
You better get away
(Move)
Don't be dumb
′Cos you'll get spun
And it won′t be fun (no)
You'll be glum (sad)
I'm not your chum (not me)
No, I ain′t the one (no way)
Gotta whole lotta lip and whole lotta tongue
But what have you done?
Don′t be dumb
'Cos you′ll get spun
And it won't be fun (no)
You′ll be glum (sad)
I'm not your chum (no)
No, I ain′t the one (no way)
Gotta whole lotta lip and whole lotta tongue
But what have you done?
Splurgeboys
Frivolous gentleman
With ten bitches, I fingered all ten of them
Quick, ten stitches I spittin this
It weren′t nothing to do with this melanin
Brick my bredda then switch with
Sticks, adrenaline swelling
Dip
Mischief bubbling, swift and menacing
Oh my god, he can't dip my brederin
Bredrin, that sounds threatening
Very unsettling
Somebody get him some ketamine
Settle him down and heckle him
And I got a big face
Kettle, all mеtal, no bezelling
Nevеr done banking scams, embezzling
Run up on him on the main road, no pedaling
Telling him stop being feminine
Mind your business bitch, stop meddling
Oopsie-daisy, better than Jay Z
Didn′t want gravy
Beef shaky, looking all Haiti
I demand you never try play me
Skip the intro if it ain't
Sip the Vimto, daydream
I decide who's gonna fuck mainstream
I′m the guy who′s running it lately
Mate, it's late and getting all rapey
Molest the beat like Spacey
Rapping all hasty, spitting all racey
I′m no square but they can't debase me
They can′t erase me
I'm not Patrick Swayze
Dancing away, are you crazy?
Fuck who paid me
All I gotta say
Get paid on the daily
I′m so wavey
Wouldn't it be convenient if a nigga weren't good at it?
Disobedient on the riddim, I truant it
She the BBM but her pussy still doing it
She be in the ends, but I might go ruin it
True-True Do-Do You-You
Stupid cunt and dumb buffoon
I′ll come in your room and come on a spoon
And then mix that inna the juice
Your mother would use
Yo blud, I′m confused and I'm unamused
You don′t wanna see me come through with the one-two
Some sort of Kung Fu
Anything fun for you, I'm gonna undo
Yeah, I′m gonna Sun you
Not hot-cross when I say I'm gonna bun you
Tell me one thing that I said that is untrue
Couldn′t give a toss, ain't taking a loss
I'm a boss for you dumb yutes
(Move)
Don′t be dumb
′Cos you'll get spun
And it won′t be fun (no)
You'll be glum (sad)
I′m not your chum (not me)
No, I ain't the one (no way)
Gotta whole lotta lip and whole lotta tongue
But what have you done?
Don′t be dumb
'Cos you'll get spun
And it won′t be fun (no)
You′ll be glum (sad)
I'm not your chum (no)
No, I ain′t the one (no way)
Gotta whole lotta lip and whole lotta tongue
But what have you done?
It's Dylan the villain
Sicker than penicillin
No cinnamon in it
I′ll come through gung-ho
Yeah, I'm ready and willing
I′ve been winning and flinging my willy at women
I said I'm gonna make a million from the beginning
Now I'm making a killing
I ain′t begging or bidding
I′m just doing it big, so now I'll give it the biggun
No kidding
Yo Wiz, come swing at the riddim
Did it when they didn′t with a brilliant
Got a bitch all in the kitchen and she finna be smitten
And then I give her with this dick she be feeling a million
In the mirror with [?] little Brazillian
She can eat around the meat then the dinner need finishing
Ay, Wizzy in a likkle predicament
What you telling them?
Jesus, that's a bloody mouthful
And I got my hands full
That′s a mazza
Doesn't matter cuh′ I'm gonna stand tall
Coming to your manor like a vandal
Hit 'em with the bottom of the sandal
Quicker than the flicker of a candle
Stick her with the dick and let it dangle
Picky and I get a little tricky with the angle
Sticky in the inner city, brewing up a scandal
Do you wanna gamble?
Have you ever seen a nigga with a
I been around them killers and they difficult to handle
Think about the business tryna wrangle
[?] breddas I ain′t really tryna tangle
I′m cheating with a suttin that requests a likkle strangle
I pick her by the ankle, I flick her triangle
Jiggidy-bangle, thingy was mangled
Run to her man who lives with her now
Pum-pum in a shambles
It's Dizzee and Wizzy, we get hella busy
Everytime we up on the riddim, we really belly
Touch road like a Pirelli with two shelly
Something ready to move heavy
Heavyweight, never debate, we never hesitate
Delegate, we in the game, them man never play
Imitate all that you want, you won′t elevate
Anyway, sorry mate
You better get away
(Move)
Don't be dumb
′Cos you'll get spun
And it won′t be fun (no)
You'll be glum (sad)
I'm not your chum (not me)
No, I ain′t the one (no way)
Gotta whole lotta lip and whole lotta tongue
But what have you done?
Don′t be dumb
'Cos you′ll get spun
And it won't be fun (no)
You′ll be glum (sad)
I'm not your chum (no)
No, I ain′t the one (no way)
Gotta whole lotta lip and whole lotta tongue
But what have you done?
Splurgeboys
Writer(s): Dylan Mills, Tyrone Fagan, Ocean Wisdom Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com