Too Cold (SA-RA Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Taz Arnold] Roots Manuva! SA-RA, baby! [Verse 1: Roots Manuva, (Taz Arnold)] Ah wh' the fuck, man? We can't stay bruk, man We never stuck, man We on the up, man I do my nut, man Puke up my gut, man I'm a such and such man I don't know much, man I pay my dues, man Now I'm confused, man – Scabby vampires wanna run, come along, come use man The same old news, man We bring the blues, man My baby left because I wouldn't buy her new shoes, man We win or lose, man No ask me for a twos, man Buy your own fags, man Mind ya get stabbed, man Don't you see that we some big broad bad man? Born and bred in this 'ere big broad bad land Known all over the world as a mad man Life is hard, but it's just too bad, man (Yeah... yeah...) [Chorus: Taz Arnold, Om'mas Keith] Too cold I'm bossed up man, I pay myself Making paper bag money, yeah Too bold Make ends, dividends, increase my wealth And all the girls hear about me Too cold I'm bossed up, man, I pay myself Another day chilling, yeah Too bold Make ends, dividends, to increase my wealth Making a killing... yeah! [Verse 2] I spoke with my money This ain't a joke, money Banana boat money But not a vote money Food on the plate money Real or fake money Lose or take money At times, I hate money It's money that makes money, makes people act funny Civilized men start to act gunny-gunny Take ya life in a second wit' the right kind of money Life in the west, we obsessed by money Mind how you worship, you can't be blessed by money I do the best – with all my money Progress with my money Invest with my money Touch breasts with my money Get sex with my money Get vexed with my money Respect for my money, means I feed my tummy Blessed be my pound, get my food damn yummy [Chorus: Taz Arnold, Om'mas Keith] [Chorus: Taz Arnold, Om'mas Keith] Too cold I'm bossed up man, I pay myself Making paper bag money, yeah Too bold Make ends, dividends, increase my wealth And all the girls hear about me Too cold I'm bossed up, man, I pay myself Another day chilling, yeah Too bold Make ends, dividends, to increase my wealth We making a killing Manuva – yeah! Yeah... [Verse 3: Roots Manuva & (Taz Arnold)] Rhyme scholar from the school of the hooligan Backing out the toolie when shit get too hectic Smacking up dem bwans, turn dem bwans epilectic I'm on some next shit Dudes respect it I'm the eclectic Known for my eccentrics (Yeah) You can't prevent this I'm the God blessed, God sent this UK rhyme saviour? No, never quite! (Ugh!) That was just some media totality hype I ain't the best MC, or the worst MC (Okay! Fine) But I got certification, I'm the first MC I flip the flip, the new flip, the old flip (Yeah) I zip my lip, but I still sip my get-drunk-quick Dun done this shit That's the bwan Smith (Smith) Nothing to prove Mad at the moon Latidude, longitude Loving these brews (Damn!) Upset too many crews with all of my views Ask "Roots Manuva? Who the hell is it?" MC, MC And furthermore, that's the only MC The only MC [Chorus: Taz Arnold, Om'mas Keith] Too cold I'm bossed up man, I pay myself Making paper bag money, yeah Too bold Make ends, dividends, increase my wealth And all the girls hear about me Too cold I'm bossed up, man, I pay myself Another day chilling, yeah Too bold Make ends, dividends, to increase my wealth Making a killing... yeah! Too cold I'm bossed up man, I pay myself Making paper bag money, yeah Too bold Make ends, dividends, increase my wealth And all the girls hear about me Too cold I'm bossed up, man, I pay myself Another day chilling, yeah Too bold Make ends, dividends, to increase my wealth [Outro: Taz Arnold] Ladies and gentlemen... No doubt This is another SA-RA sure shot!