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ll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! When you dead in your grave, No more women will you crave. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! I trust you in my home, you rascal, you. I trust you in my home, you rascal, you

up tall... Rascit, boy in the corner I still roll deep young star gimmee the beat and let me prove London city forever you’re not a still creep aint no stopping me ever you best move Live o ghetto record with no redemption world wide critics acc

go minute after minute you go hour after hour we can't get this party started until we have got the power you go minute after minute you go hour after hour we can't get this party started until we have got the power you go minute after mi

wound At a single draft alone Drain this ruin The farthest one can come to close Life could be better if I let me in (What is to hold onto?) But I force myself towards departing (Leaving is what you do) I had to make dirty in the soil I had to be the rascal taking all Wanted

you met someone who set you back on your heels, goody goody! So you met someone and now you know how it feels, goody goody! Well you gave her your heart too, just as I gave mine to you And she broke it in little pieces, now how do you do? So yo

there ain't enough smoke in my eyes To hide the kinda games you're trying to play Honey don't you act so surprised You know exactly what I'm bout to say You kiss my lips, like you mean it But you ain't that slick Everywhere we go you keep looking around Fixing y

I am a Dundee weaver and I come fray' bonny Dundee I met a Glasgy' fella and he cam' courting me He took me oot a'walking dun by the Calvin Ha' And there the dirty wee rascal sto' My thingamajig awa' And there the dirty wee rascal sto' My thingamajig awa' He took me oot a'wa

waters flowed Recently it showed Tryin' to cover your head Tryin' to frighten you Tryin' to fight with you Really gettin' you scared But don't you worry, you love of mine Pretty soon it will all be fine And we'll just go on Higher hills to climb Climbin' all the time Tr

you met someone who Set you back on your heels, Goody goody! So you met someone and Now you know how it feels, Goody goody! So you gave him your heart too, Just as I gave mine to you, And he broke it in little pieces, And now how do you do?

you met someone who Set you back on your heels, Goody goody! So you met someone and Now you know how it feels, Goody goody! So you gave him your heart too, Just as I gave mine to you, And he broke it in little pieces, And now how do you do?

you met someone who set you back on your heels, goody goody! So you met someone and now you know how it feels, goody goody! So you gave him your heart too, just as I gave mine to you, and he broke it in little pieces, and now how do you do? S

you met someone who set you back on your heels, goody goody So you met someone and now you know how it feels, goody goody So you gave him your heart too, just as I gave mine to you And he broke it in little pieces, now how do you do So you lie awake just singin' the blues

Man: Yo, i dunno...marga man here. with the raskit; dizzee rascal. Yo, walkin thru the club doors...betta make space, make way, make some more... And all the girls; thinks she det...dont know she stinks of sweat. Its marga man, Introducin live on stage in front of you... my bred

I was driving down A West Texas highway I saw a hitchhiker And his thumb was pointing my way He didn't look suspicious And he didn't look any too clean I put on my brakes And I opened my door I could tell he was a bum By the muddy boot he wore He said I'm going down to

to that Duquesne whistle blowing Blowing like it's gonna sweep my world away I'm gonna stop in Carbondale and keep on going That Duquesne train gonna ride me night and day You say I'm a gambler, you say I'm a pimp But I ain't neither one Listen to that Duquesne whis

& Aria DON OTTAVIO Come mai creder deggio, di sì nero delitto capace un cavaliero! Ah, di scoprire il vero ogni mezzo si cerchi. Io sento in petto e di sposo e d'amico il dover che mi parla: disingannarla voglio, o vendicarla. DONNA ANNA Then I re

Chorus] Knock knock who抯 there? Dizzee Dizzee who? Ras And I kick ass Kill a MC fast Knock knock who抯 there? Bad Bad who? Boy I抦 here to annoy Take away your joy Knock knock who抯 there? Jack Jack who? You Your not with your crew What u gunna do Knock knock w

said "Richard leave it to the gods" Way back baby they lost the plot I ain't stupid Relying on cupid now From my quiver An arrow for my bow Pull it really hard Let it really go I ain't stupid Relying on cup

Intro] Dream as if you'll live forever (Never, never die) Live as if you'll die today Discussions with myself like I'm walking with Gandhi Trying to inspire but I'm talking to zombies This little rascal is one bad hombre Talk tough, grab my dick, and walk calmly St

Hook: Dominique LeJeune] I, I, I, I, I want to love you But if it's not right what can I do? Everything will be alright So baby get some sleep tonight [Verse 1: G-Eazy] Uh, I wish we could just pretend to be Like we always were before as happy as the Kennedys N

ah ah ahhh Oh god damn I'm gonna facckin cum Oh shit, oh yeah Fack fack faaaack F*** I am I am, I'm going to cum I'm cumming I never seen no shit like this This bitch can twist like a damn contortionist Condom on my dick Of course it is

(Sung by female vocalist): Uhh alright, he's alright Alright. Uhhh, alright He's alright, alright. VERSE 1 (Marger bars): Don't' get me upset you don't wanna see me turn ranks, I aint tryin to incriminate myself but most my enemies have been grabbed, rapped,

Dizze talking] So what you thinking 'bout London city now aye, Who dya city love [Background] West London, South London. I'm the London hustler a golden grind, grind. Young hustlers we graft all the time dawn or dark, non stop UK walk. Yo as i hustle in the city for a paper

You really don't have to do this, why do people jus ask for things when they dont really want it they should jus shut up Uh uh uh uh (whaaat) uh uh (im ...

two, one two, one two, mike, check, check, check, yeah, one two, yeah, yeah, clear, clear, yeah. I'm a young ragga brother from the LDN, in my Nike air bubbles and they cost one ten. Got these beanies on ma lap, and they all want the length, I'm a ghet

will sing you pirate songs and tell you pirate stories Of Wendy when she'd had her fill of Peter Pan and the other Lost Boys Now, Wendy never was a girl to go against her friends But recall when Hook had kidnapped her and promised no good end Surrounded then by pirates and ask

Jill had got her days in hand and dried up all her tears, Staring down the pirates' jibes with a quick and haughty sneer. She often tricks the sailors into finishing her chores And trades a home-cooked meal to them for lessons, tricks, and swords. Still, nights, she sits up all alone