[Dizzee Rascal:]

Ridin' 'round slow so the pussy boys see me

(Life is slow, don't you— don't you know that life's slow, slow, slow)

And I'm seein' pretty Range Rover with the TV

(Life is slow, don't you— don't you know that life— that life—)

Ridin' 'round slow so the pussy boys see me

(Life is slow, don't you— don't you know that life's slow, slow, slow)

Every day my city's gettin' more and more greazy

(Life is slow, don't you— don't you know that life— that life—)

Ridin' 'round slow so the pussy boys see me

and I'm seein' pretty Range Rover with the TV

Streets gettin' meady, the government are greedy

every day my city's gettin' more and more greazy

Pull up in your manor, and I'm lookin' all sleazy

I ain't comin' out a second gear, I take it easy

Got the black Trapstar mittens with the beanie

and all I do is wish a pussy would like a genie

My son said, "Daddy, don't leave me

I'm scared of the dark

I don't wanna see the meanies" (Oh, watch that)

I said, "Son, just pree me or look at

how I roll around the city so freely"

In the double R with the stars in the ceiling

sittin' on that peanut butter leather

what a feeling (What a feeling)

But there's a lot of dodgy dealings, jackers

puckin', and they're plottin' on the peelings

Jackers robbin' and they're hottin' up the scene

and thievin', lookin' for an AP

man'll have you bleedin'

And they play for keeps

they don't wanna hear you pleadin', might get bored

but you'll definitely get a beatin'

Try jack me on Saturday evening

kids at the back of the car all screamin'

Thought I was dreamin'

hopped out the whip like a demon, seethin'

Now he's on the floor, slumped and leanin'

eyes rolled back of his head, should've seen him

Heavily breathin', wheezin', needin' medical attention

shouldn't have been schemin'

Gotta drop the kids to their mums, I'm steamin'

now I'm at the door, she wants to know the meaning

Said, I gotta go, I can't talk, I'm leavin' and

if I told you, you probably wouldn't even believe me

Ridin' 'round slow so the pussy boys see me

(Life is slow, don't you— don't you know that life's slow, slow, slow)

And I'm seein' pretty Range Rover with the TV

(Life is slow, don't you— don't you know that life— that life—)

Ridin' 'round slow so the pussy boys see me

(Life is slow, don't you— don't you know that life's slow, slow, slow)

Every day my city's gettin' more and more greazy

(Life is slow, don't you— don't you know that life— that life—)

[Bun B:]

Ayy, me and Dizzie is back on the slab

back on the block and we bleedin' the Ave

Try to fuck with us, don't make me laugh

gladiators'll cut you in half

Yeah, I still get a bag for the shows

and I smoke on the grams of the O's

I'm for the bread, give a damn 'bout them hoes

you do it for likes on the 'Gram, I suppose

I slam Cadillac doors

we're ridin' on fours and I'm poppin' my trunk

I be chuggin' the deuce while sippin'

my juice and I'm gettin' it crunk

Sittin' on bands

I speak with my hands and my necklace is naughty

You know I'm livin' like my name is Gotti

pass by your boys and they all lookin' botty

You movin' sloppy, go clean your act up

when we pull up, it's best that you back up

And boy, don't you move sudden, you know that we clutchin'

if you even breathe, you get clapped up

'Cause I'm here for the wins, I'm chasin' them M's

who give a fuck 'bout a dollar, man?

On the corners I bend, I head to the ends

hit Peckham and Holland, holla, man

From the United States to the United Kingdom but no

we don't fuck with the kingdom

The ghetto anthems, yeah, we sing them

if you could do better, then bring them

I will open a brand-new can of ass whoopin'

and I'll pour you a glass full

For talkin' that shit, but that's what you get

when you fuckin' with me and the Rascal

[Dizzee Rascal:]

Ridin' 'round slow so the pussy boys see me

(Life is slow, don't you— don't you know that life's slow, slow, slow)

And I'm seein' pretty Range Rover with the TV

(Life is slow, don't you— don't you know that life— that life—)

Ridin' 'round slow so the pussy boys see me

(Life is slow, don't you— don't you know that life's slow, slow, slow)

Every day my city's gettin' more and more greazy

(Life is slow, don't you— don't you know that life— that life—)