[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—)