Jus’ A Rascal

Lyrics

[Chorus] He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal (Rascal) He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal (Rascal) He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal (Rascal) He's jus' a rascal, (Rascal) he's jus' a rascal Yo London, stand up tall He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal [Verse 1] Stress on the brain, complain to the full Stress on the brain, complain to the max I'm gonna search for big money stacks Top tens or platinum plaques (Woo) Ain't got no need for a chain on my chaps I'm a rudeboy, dangargan, daps I got this game in my hand like dax Got this game in my hand (Woo), be cool Unstoppable, make a boy relax I'll take cheese from the Jills and Jacks We make money off album tracks Come on I'll face it, lets all face facts (Yeah) You may be perhaps some chaps What's that, but I'm invisible to all Foolish fakish cats, maybe put hands on my daps (Yo, yo, yo, yo) Stress on my brain complain to the max Stress on my brain complain but I know Gotta get money, gotta get a lot of dough No less than a G for the show Ain't got no love for a hag or a ho Do tings, have flings with girls on the low I get around all ways in a go I get around all ways in a rush Can't stop me, I won't ever hush (No) Drinking beer make my lot lush When I come to the cotch with kush Never chat shit, talk shit get flushed I talk tough 'cause life's been rough Gritty, shitty life ain't been too pretty, far from buff So I'm after the elegant stuff (What?) [Chorus] He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal (Yeah) He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal (What's my motherfucking name?) He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal (Yeah) He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal (Yeah) (Rascal) He's jus' a rascal (What?), he's jus' a rascal (What?) (Rascal) He's jus' a rascal (What?), Dizzee Rascal (Rascal) He's jus' a rascal, (Rascal) he's jus' a rascal He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal [Verse 2] Definitely I hustle blud, definitely I grind So you can try anything you want, I definitely don't mind Definitely got my ting (Ting), I definitely know your face So don't jump out of your pram, I'll definitely put you in your place (Yeah) Definite I hustle blud, definitely I graft (Woo) So you can chat anything you want, I'll definitely just laugh Definitely got my swords (Swords), definitely really sharp So don't keep talking like you're bright, I'll definitely get dark (Dark) Listen, definite I hustle blud, definitely I fly (Fly) So you can try anything you want, I'll definitely just sigh (Just sigh) Definitely know I'm real, definitely know you ain't So don't try being no devil, 'cause I'm definitely no saint (Hear me now) Definite I hustle blud, definitely I win So you keep taking this for a joke, I'll definitely just grin (Grin) Definitely can't have heard, definitely couldn't know Don't talk like you're on top, I'll leave you definitely below [Chorus] He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal He's jus' a rascal (Oi), Dizzee Rascal (What's me motherfucking name?) He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal He's jus' a rascal (Yeah), Dizzee Rascal (East London stan' up tall) (Rascal) He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal (Rascal) He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal (Rascal) He's jus' a rascal (Yeah), (Rascal) he's jus' a rascal (Yeah) He's jus' a rascal (Yeah), Dizzee Rascal [Verse 3] Bugs on your rug so lay low, I might have to stop, get Live-O And you don't need the stress or aggro so Just sit back and settle, I'm hot like a kettle You might get scalded or burnt up But I guarantee the feds won't turn up Hating's a bad habit, you best give it up Act like a bitch go fetch your makeup I'm streetwise, hang with the phat guys so baptise Make the whole crew capsize, slap guys that wanna talk pork pies Look, Raskit known to attack guys so no lies Maybe I recognise When I bore t'rough there is no clear skies Jack guys, kidnap and cap guys Rep's up, rampage, stab with glass [Outro] (Oi pussyhole, I'm coming for you yeah Remember rude boy I'm coming for you yeah Anywhere I see you I'm gonna lift off your face With chat yeah you're a pussy hole, look, suck your mum as well All right, go suck your mum, man We're all waiting to blow you brain you think that you're all bad You ain't bad blad, pussying out, pussying out for three weeks Talking about you got girls from Northern France What's all that about you shit head, suck your mum, man)