Lyrics:
Dizzee Rascal

I wake up everyday it's a daydream Everythin' in my life ain't what it seems I wake up just to go back to sleep I act real shallow but I'm in too deep

Alright, mate So you wanna be a gangster Tell me just one thing What you know about bein? a hard man? Your mum buys your bling Your pockets gettin?

Hardback, stern face Play your position and know your place Only move when the money's callin? Take my advice, you'll be ballin? You need a hardback,

Summer in the city Such a very special time If you put aside the traffic Air pollution and the grime You be pleased to be reminded That the girls are

?Cause I've been through madness, 'nuff madness You can't tell me nothing And I've done pure badness, 'nuff badness You can't tell me nothing And I've

phone line popping, all these beanies gotta crush Keep something in my pocket case these fellas try and rush Brown eyes, five ten, dark skin I'm Mr. Dizzee Rascal

the girlsthinks she det, don't know she stinks of sweat It's marga man, Introducin live on stage in front of you My bredrin Dizzee Rascal As I get past

, I don't care who you are No Yo, talk in the mike I'll talk neat Talk to your wife I'll talk sweet Talkin tough I'll talk wid my feet Rascals raw like

Looks like I'm losin' friends There's a lot of hostility in my ends We used to argue, always make common new friends Now we settle disagreements with