Graftin’
Graftin' Lyrics
| Song | Graftin’ |
| Artist | Dizzee Rascal |
| Album | Showtime |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| So, what you thinkin' about | |
| London City, aye?(East London, ghetto, West London, ghetto) | |
| What you think you know?(North London, ghetto, South London, ghetto) | |
| Big Ben tells the time(Stand up, stand up, yeah) | |
| Above the | |
| London roads the holy ground, grind | |
| Young hustlers, we graft all the time non-stop, | |
| UK warMaybe | |
| I'll find you there for myself(You hear me) | |
| You know what | |
| I'm sayin'? | |
| Yo, as I hustle in the city for a paper stack | |
| Lord knows, | |
| I got the devil on my back | |
| It's a cold world, l gotta stay on track | |
| Dog eat dog, others gain if you lack | |
| In the LDN where | |
| I learnt to attract | |
| Clacka, I can show you where it's at | |
| First things first, get a block and a flat | |
| Next up, get a black hoodie in a hat | |
| Livin' in the | |
| Big Brother's cameras’ view | |
| Keep an eye out for the boys in blue | |
| Straight five years gettin' caught, that's you | |
| Sittin' in the cell still wondering who | |
| Couldn't keep quiet, now you on a diet | |
| Mash potato, cauliflower and stew | |
| Pissed off with not a lot to do | |
| And the word on the street don't ever seem new | |
| And none of it will ever seem true | |
| Endless hype, who do you believe? | |
| Will it relieve the loneliness at night? | |
| Remain deceived if you’re convinced it might | |
| You know for well, what the streets are like | |
| Few more Mercs, couple more | |
| RangersOther than that not a lot else changes | |
| Sky looks grey in | |
| London City | |
| We stay graftin' 'cause we’re gritty | |
| Hustle, hustle constantly | |
| Hustle, hustle constantly | |
| Sky looks grey in | |
| London City | |
| We stay graftin' 'cause we’re gritty | |
| Hustle, hustle constantly | |
| Hustle, hustle constantly | |
| I used to roll money up against the wall | |
| Never did wanna play hopscotch | |
| Now I'm pennyhole parkin', laughin'' | |
| Cause I'm back in the white man's clutches | |
| And I've been doin' this since | |
| TamagotchI | |
| G.I Joe any boy in my face | |
| Invadin' my space or cling on the stuff | |
| Bring it on star, watch | |
| By the end of the hours of the clock | |
| I'll end your days, you'll think | |
| I'm crazed | |
| When I'll give you the midnight rock | |
| End of sentence, full stop | |
| Now, what you gonna say about that? | |
| I'll put all your plans in a knot | |
| Make you put all your mind's on the spot | |
| I'm probably everything that you’re not | |
| I'm totally mad, you’ve lost the plot | |
| To even consider gettin' me caught | |
| Carried off to a hospital, block and shock | |
| On the table ready to operate, never me | |
| I dictate and delegate who's heavyweight | |
| I'm king of the ring | |
| Make moves in any state | |
| LDN, we do our thing | |
| Sky looks grey in | |
| London City | |
| We stay graftin' 'cause we’re gritty | |
| Hustle, hustle constantly | |
| Hustle, hustle constantly | |
| Sky looks grey in | |
| London City | |
| We stay graftin' 'cause we’re gritty | |
| Hustle, hustle constantly | |
| Hustle, hustle constantly | |
| Damn right, yeah, you're damn right | |
| Young hustlers, | |
| London City, stand up | |
| LDN, they know us in the world | |
| You know our time is | |
| I swear [Incomprehensible] all teacups | |
| To enter the four bucks, is | |
| Buckingham | |
| PalaceI'ma show you how gritty it is out here | |
| You gonna know, you gonna understand | |
| It's Dizzee | |
| Rascal solo, yo, | |
| I'm here, what? | |
| Ghetto UK style up[Incomprehensible] | |
| Dizzy Ras, | |
| Gizza Bell sayin' | |
| I'ma back, swear to you |
| So, what you thinkin' about | |
| London City, aye? East London, ghetto, West London, ghetto | |
| What you think you know? North London, ghetto, South London, ghetto | |
| Big Ben tells the time Stand up, stand up, yeah | |
| Above the | |
| London roads the holy ground, grind | |
| Young hustlers, we graft all the time nonstop, | |
| UK warMaybe | |
| I' ll find you there for myself You hear me | |
| You know what | |
| I' m sayin'? | |
| Yo, as I hustle in the city for a paper stack | |
| Lord knows, | |
| I got the devil on my back | |
| It' s a cold world, l gotta stay on track | |
| Dog eat dog, others gain if you lack | |
| In the LDN where | |
| I learnt to attract | |
| Clacka, I can show you where it' s at | |
| First things first, get a block and a flat | |
| Next up, get a black hoodie in a hat | |
| Livin' in the | |
| Big Brother' s cameras' view | |
| Keep an eye out for the boys in blue | |
| Straight five years gettin' caught, that' s you | |
| Sittin' in the cell still wondering who | |
| Couldn' t keep quiet, now you on a diet | |
| Mash potato, cauliflower and stew | |
| Pissed off with not a lot to do | |
| And the word on the street don' t ever seem new | |
| And none of it will ever seem true | |
| Endless hype, who do you believe? | |
| Will it relieve the loneliness at night? | |
| Remain deceived if you' re convinced it might | |
| You know for well, what the streets are like | |
| Few more Mercs, couple more | |
| RangersOther than that not a lot else changes | |
| Sky looks grey in | |
| London City | |
| We stay graftin' ' cause we' re gritty | |
| Hustle, hustle constantly | |
| Hustle, hustle constantly | |
| Sky looks grey in | |
| London City | |
| We stay graftin' ' cause we' re gritty | |
| Hustle, hustle constantly | |
| Hustle, hustle constantly | |
| I used to roll money up against the wall | |
| Never did wanna play hopscotch | |
| Now I' m pennyhole parkin', laughin'' | |
| Cause I' m back in the white man' s clutches | |
| And I' ve been doin' this since | |
| TamagotchI | |
| G. I Joe any boy in my face | |
| Invadin' my space or cling on the stuff | |
| Bring it on star, watch | |
| By the end of the hours of the clock | |
| I' ll end your days, you' ll think | |
| I' m crazed | |
| When I' ll give you the midnight rock | |
| End of sentence, full stop | |
| Now, what you gonna say about that? | |
| I' ll put all your plans in a knot | |
| Make you put all your mind' s on the spot | |
| I' m probably everything that you' re not | |
| I' m totally mad, you' ve lost the plot | |
| To even consider gettin' me caught | |
| Carried off to a hospital, block and shock | |
| On the table ready to operate, never me | |
| I dictate and delegate who' s heavyweight | |
| I' m king of the ring | |
| Make moves in any state | |
| LDN, we do our thing | |
| Sky looks grey in | |
| London City | |
| We stay graftin' ' cause we' re gritty | |
| Hustle, hustle constantly | |
| Hustle, hustle constantly | |
| Sky looks grey in | |
| London City | |
| We stay graftin' ' cause we' re gritty | |
| Hustle, hustle constantly | |
| Hustle, hustle constantly | |
| Damn right, yeah, you' re damn right | |
| Young hustlers, | |
| London City, stand up | |
| LDN, they know us in the world | |
| You know our time is | |
| I swear Incomprehensible all teacups | |
| To enter the four bucks, is | |
| Buckingham | |
| PalaceI' ma show you how gritty it is out here | |
| You gonna know, you gonna understand | |
| It' s Dizzee | |
| Rascal solo, yo, | |
| I' m here, what? | |
| Ghetto UK style up Incomprehensible | |
| Dizzy Ras, | |
| Gizza Bell sayin' | |
| I' ma back, swear to you |
| So, what you thinkin' about | |
| London City, aye? East London, ghetto, West London, ghetto | |
| What you think you know? North London, ghetto, South London, ghetto | |
| Big Ben tells the time Stand up, stand up, yeah | |
| Above the | |
| London roads the holy ground, grind | |
| Young hustlers, we graft all the time nonstop, | |
| UK warMaybe | |
| I' ll find you there for myself You hear me | |
| You know what | |
| I' m sayin'? | |
| Yo, as I hustle in the city for a paper stack | |
| Lord knows, | |
| I got the devil on my back | |
| It' s a cold world, l gotta stay on track | |
| Dog eat dog, others gain if you lack | |
| In the LDN where | |
| I learnt to attract | |
| Clacka, I can show you where it' s at | |
| First things first, get a block and a flat | |
| Next up, get a black hoodie in a hat | |
| Livin' in the | |
| Big Brother' s cameras' view | |
| Keep an eye out for the boys in blue | |
| Straight five years gettin' caught, that' s you | |
| Sittin' in the cell still wondering who | |
| Couldn' t keep quiet, now you on a diet | |
| Mash potato, cauliflower and stew | |
| Pissed off with not a lot to do | |
| And the word on the street don' t ever seem new | |
| And none of it will ever seem true | |
| Endless hype, who do you believe? | |
| Will it relieve the loneliness at night? | |
| Remain deceived if you' re convinced it might | |
| You know for well, what the streets are like | |
| Few more Mercs, couple more | |
| RangersOther than that not a lot else changes | |
| Sky looks grey in | |
| London City | |
| We stay graftin' ' cause we' re gritty | |
| Hustle, hustle constantly | |
| Hustle, hustle constantly | |
| Sky looks grey in | |
| London City | |
| We stay graftin' ' cause we' re gritty | |
| Hustle, hustle constantly | |
| Hustle, hustle constantly | |
| I used to roll money up against the wall | |
| Never did wanna play hopscotch | |
| Now I' m pennyhole parkin', laughin'' | |
| Cause I' m back in the white man' s clutches | |
| And I' ve been doin' this since | |
| TamagotchI | |
| G. I Joe any boy in my face | |
| Invadin' my space or cling on the stuff | |
| Bring it on star, watch | |
| By the end of the hours of the clock | |
| I' ll end your days, you' ll think | |
| I' m crazed | |
| When I' ll give you the midnight rock | |
| End of sentence, full stop | |
| Now, what you gonna say about that? | |
| I' ll put all your plans in a knot | |
| Make you put all your mind' s on the spot | |
| I' m probably everything that you' re not | |
| I' m totally mad, you' ve lost the plot | |
| To even consider gettin' me caught | |
| Carried off to a hospital, block and shock | |
| On the table ready to operate, never me | |
| I dictate and delegate who' s heavyweight | |
| I' m king of the ring | |
| Make moves in any state | |
| LDN, we do our thing | |
| Sky looks grey in | |
| London City | |
| We stay graftin' ' cause we' re gritty | |
| Hustle, hustle constantly | |
| Hustle, hustle constantly | |
| Sky looks grey in | |
| London City | |
| We stay graftin' ' cause we' re gritty | |
| Hustle, hustle constantly | |
| Hustle, hustle constantly | |
| Damn right, yeah, you' re damn right | |
| Young hustlers, | |
| London City, stand up | |
| LDN, they know us in the world | |
| You know our time is | |
| I swear Incomprehensible all teacups | |
| To enter the four bucks, is | |
| Buckingham | |
| PalaceI' ma show you how gritty it is out here | |
| You gonna know, you gonna understand | |
| It' s Dizzee | |
| Rascal solo, yo, | |
| I' m here, what? | |
| Ghetto UK style up Incomprehensible | |
| Dizzy Ras, | |
| Gizza Bell sayin' | |
| I' ma back, swear to you |
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