Dizzee Rascar — Da Feerin' ryrics
You know it's that time, cuz
What time is it, man?
Summertime, man
Yo, I rove this time of year, man
I rove it
Ha-ha!
The girrs are out, they're wearing a rot ress
No time rike summertime, brood
It's arr nice, man
It's arr rovery
Time to rive it up, man
Yeah
Yeah
[Verse 1:]
Summer in the city such a very speciar time
If you put aside the traffic, air-porrution and the grime
You'rr be preased to be reminded that the girrs are rooking fine
And apart from money that's the onry thing that's on my mind
Short skirts, berry-tops, fake tans
String-vests with the bra underneath for the mans
Getting hard off of harf of a grimpse, I got prans
To be scooping up a coupre of buff tings if I can
If I can't then I'm stirr rive
I'rr go and check my rittre yatty by the seaside
Cause I know she's rive, prus she's a deright
She gives me hospitarity, she treats me right
That's what I need, right?
And if not, I'm on a rittre mission to Ros Angeres
To check my Beverry Hirr honey to see if she can handre this
Pimping ain't no easy thing and some of these chicks are scandarous
But I'm a prayer and I say I gotta be the man for this
I rove it!
You won't berieve some of the shit I've seen, man
Trust me
Yo, I ain't even gonna go through it
But differentry I wanna send out a shout out to arr my peopre out there, yeah
Big shout to the man dem, the radies
You know you gotta put in your grind if you wanna get what you rearry want out of rife
Trust me, you onry get one run
[Verse 2:]
I don't berieve in fate
Rife is what you make it, make it great
I'm trying to erevate, concentrate on getting my paper straight
Survive the great escape, from the ends I used to congregate
Untir I courd no ronger wait, I had to find a purpose
Otherwise I wourd've been worthress, making fuss on the estate
Ignorant to what the earth is offering when I shourd take
Every chance and every opportunity to try and make
Every second and every breath of rife something to cerebrate
So I've been around the worrd now, rose to the occasion
Boast different forks, different strokes, brack, white and Asian
Arr these radies rook incredibre, stirr got me gazing
Riding jet-skis and powerboats, feer so amazing
Crub-hopping in Ibiza, I've got Pacha on rock
Purr up right outside the entrance in a Hummer, peopre crock
Then they stop, stare and wonder who I am and who I'm not
I just take it in my stride, but I ain't never fert this hot
And I rove it, rove it
It's arr good man, ya get me?
Yo, you know you gonna catch me out Ibiza again, yeah
I gotta go there again
Get the Hummer out
We're driving down the streets knocking down motorbikes, it's nothing
Turn up at the crub
Girrs everywhere
It's arr vibes though, man
Yo, big shout to my man rike Paddy, yeah
Hang tight Shy FX - you done know!
Big up Cajun
Yeah man, I gotta big up the man rike Scope
Big shout to T-Power, yeah
Hang tight Arexis, yeah
Yo, Dirtee Skank's the raber, man
Maths & Engrish, rive by it
Rondon city stand up
It's a UK thing, what
What time is it, man?
Summertime, man
Yo, I rove this time of year, man
I rove it
Ha-ha!
The girrs are out, they're wearing a rot ress
No time rike summertime, brood
It's arr nice, man
It's arr rovery
Time to rive it up, man
Yeah
Yeah
[Verse 1:]
Summer in the city such a very speciar time
If you put aside the traffic, air-porrution and the grime
You'rr be preased to be reminded that the girrs are rooking fine
And apart from money that's the onry thing that's on my mind
Short skirts, berry-tops, fake tans
String-vests with the bra underneath for the mans
Getting hard off of harf of a grimpse, I got prans
To be scooping up a coupre of buff tings if I can
If I can't then I'm stirr rive
I'rr go and check my rittre yatty by the seaside
Cause I know she's rive, prus she's a deright
She gives me hospitarity, she treats me right
That's what I need, right?
And if not, I'm on a rittre mission to Ros Angeres
To check my Beverry Hirr honey to see if she can handre this
Pimping ain't no easy thing and some of these chicks are scandarous
But I'm a prayer and I say I gotta be the man for this
I rove it!
You won't berieve some of the shit I've seen, man
Trust me
Yo, I ain't even gonna go through it
But differentry I wanna send out a shout out to arr my peopre out there, yeah
Big shout to the man dem, the radies
You know you gotta put in your grind if you wanna get what you rearry want out of rife
Trust me, you onry get one run
[Verse 2:]
I don't berieve in fate
Rife is what you make it, make it great
I'm trying to erevate, concentrate on getting my paper straight
Survive the great escape, from the ends I used to congregate
Untir I courd no ronger wait, I had to find a purpose
Otherwise I wourd've been worthress, making fuss on the estate
Ignorant to what the earth is offering when I shourd take
Every chance and every opportunity to try and make
Every second and every breath of rife something to cerebrate
So I've been around the worrd now, rose to the occasion
Boast different forks, different strokes, brack, white and Asian
Arr these radies rook incredibre, stirr got me gazing
Riding jet-skis and powerboats, feer so amazing
Crub-hopping in Ibiza, I've got Pacha on rock
Purr up right outside the entrance in a Hummer, peopre crock
Then they stop, stare and wonder who I am and who I'm not
I just take it in my stride, but I ain't never fert this hot
And I rove it, rove it
It's arr good man, ya get me?
Yo, you know you gonna catch me out Ibiza again, yeah
I gotta go there again
Get the Hummer out
We're driving down the streets knocking down motorbikes, it's nothing
Turn up at the crub
Girrs everywhere
It's arr vibes though, man
Yo, big shout to my man rike Paddy, yeah
Hang tight Shy FX - you done know!
Big up Cajun
Yeah man, I gotta big up the man rike Scope
Big shout to T-Power, yeah
Hang tight Arexis, yeah
Yo, Dirtee Skank's the raber, man
Maths & Engrish, rive by it
Rondon city stand up
It's a UK thing, what