Don’t Mug Yourself (Mr Figit Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Mr Figit & Donae'o] Streets (Mr Figit production) Streets (Featuring Donae'o) [Verse 1: Mike Skinner] A new day, another morning after Leanin' back on my chair in a greasy spoon cafeteria Last night was some beer-lairy-ness done our way But again, we're back in the light of day Chattin' shit, sittin' at the wall table, tellin' jokes Playin' with the salt, looking out the window Girl brings two plates of full English over With plenty of scrambled eggs and plenty of fried tomato Get my phone out, 'bout to give this girl a shout See if she had a nice time last night uptown Ask if she fancies tryin' it again some time Then Calv grabs the phone like "Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!" [Chorus: Calvin Bailey] Hold it down, boy, your head's gettin' blurred I know you can't stop thinkin' of her By all means, you can vibe with this girl Just don't mug yourself, please, don't mug yourself [Interlude: Calvin Bailey & Mike Skinner] Seriously Mick, you fucker Don't mug yourself No, no, no! D'you know what I mean? I'll fuckin', I'm no way, really, d'you know what I mean? I'm fuckin'... I can take it or leave it, believe! And then Calvin's like, "Oi!" [Verse 2: Donae'o] Hold it down, boy, she might be neat But she is far from a girl that you would like to meet She might be nice for tea, tasty like rice and peas Her face watchable like a movie you'd like to see She's been around the world and I, I, I Hope you take heed and listen to my advice I would tell the girl, "Push off", the car's in bad shape When you take the damn hood off, it don't look great, mate [Chorus: Calvin Bailey] Hold it down, boy, your head's gettin' blurred I know you can't stop thinkin' of her By all means, you can vibe with this girl Just don't mug yourself, please, don't mug yourself [Verse 3: Mike Skinner] And I'm like Honestly, it's not like that You're actin' like I'm prancin' like a sap Jumpin' when she claps and that Oi, do you really think I act whack? 'Cause I'm telling ya I'm servin' the aces and it's game, set and match Perfectly in control of this goal I've got the lead role Won't be foldin', I'm older than you told Girl sold, high speed's gold Game over, game over, too cold [Chorus: Calvin Bailey] Hold it down, boy, your head's gettin' blurred I know you can't stop thinkin' of her By all means, you can vibe with this girl Just don't mug yourself, please, don't mug yourself Hold it down, boy, your head's gettin' blurred I know you can't stop thinkin' of her By all means, you can vibe with this girl Just don't mug yourself, please, don't mug yourself [Spoken Outro: Calvin Bailey] Oh-oh, yeah Hold it down, boy, your head's gettin' blurred I know you can't stop thinkin' of her That girl is – she has smelly on her P's She must have crab and fuckin' shrimp in her teeth (No! Oh no, that's it, that's it) Hold on, let me go again, let me go again Are we, are we still recording? Woah, yeah