Knock, Knock Lyrics
| Song | Knock, Knock |
| Artist | Dizzee Rascal |
| Album | Showtime |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Knock, knock who’s there? | |
| DizzeeDizzee who? | |
| RasAnd I kick ass, kill a | |
| MC fastKnock, knock who’s there? | |
| BadBad who? | |
| BoyI’m here to annoy, take away your joy | |
| Knock, knock who’s there? | |
| JackJack who? | |
| YouYou're not with your crew, what you gunna do | |
| Knock, knock who’s there? | |
| BigBig who? | |
| GunPoint me to the sun, watch your fassy run | |
| I’m Dizzee | |
| Ras nightmare from the big | |
| E A S TI’m exactly what your parent don’t want to see on your | |
| TVI nicely, precisely intimadate anyone that | |
| I chooseRefuse to to lose, express unlimited contriversial views | |
| Your average boy or girl on the street might be familiar with my beat | |
| And, or familiar with my sound, | |
| I’m formerly from the underground | |
| And it's clear, for a year, | |
| I’ve been turing up the heat | |
| Made you get up and out of your seat | |
| Shake your fists and shuffle your feet | |
| And now I’m here, let's make another thing clear | |
| They didn’t bun me up enough | |
| I’m still here | |
| So what was the perpose of your little charade | |
| Your little charade was whack | |
| Just about hurt me, you should of merked me | |
| I was on a rampage now | |
| I’m backFive stab wounds, couple scratches, bruises and some pains | |
| Four half-hearted fassies, four poor is no brains | |
| Did it two weeks before my album came out helped me sell double | |
| But let's not dwell on that, it's the least of your troubles | |
| Knock, knock who’s there? | |
| DizzeeDizzee who? | |
| RasAnd I kick ass, kill a | |
| MC fastKnock, knock who’s there? | |
| BadBad who? | |
| BoyI’m here to annoy, take away your joy | |
| Knock, knock who’s there? | |
| JackJack who? | |
| YouYou're not with your crew, what you gunna do | |
| Knock, knock who’s there? | |
| BigBig who? | |
| GunPoint me to the sun, watch your fassy run | |
| Eh, yo considering | |
| The part I play, the position | |
| I'm inYou wouldn’t expect for me me to say | |
| I prefer the day to nights where | |
| I gotta turn up and play ya | |
| Rip-off, dusty, sweaty, clotter raised | |
| Where the audience, all screw faced, and promoters don’t want to pay | |
| And half of the boys in the croud wanna blast me | |
| And half of the girls wanna show how little they care | |
| By standing right there at the front tryin' to look right past me | |
| It gets depressing thinking 'bout it even more | |
| Knowing that | |
| I’m gonna face the usual hassle at the door | |
| Because as well as lippy hags, | |
| I hate cocky bouncers | |
| I ain’t here to rave | |
| I’m here to get paid, look | |
| You search me up rough like im any common crook | |
| My names on the flyer man, forget the guest book | |
| Abusing your authority you look like a fool | |
| You faulty standard, underdog, you know your own tool | |
| I ain't wearin' certain shoes so you don’t think | |
| I look right | |
| That's cushdy mate, | |
| I’m gettin' paid more than you tonight | |
| Knock, knock who’s there? | |
| DizzeeDizzee who? | |
| RasAnd I kick ass, kill a | |
| MC fastKnock, knock who’s there? | |
| BadBad who? | |
| BoyI’m here to annoy, take away your joy | |
| Knock, knock who’s there? | |
| JackJack who? | |
| YouYou're not with your crew, what you gunna do | |
| Knock, knock who’s there? | |
| BigBig who? | |
| GunPoint me to the sun, watch your fassy run |
| Knock, knock who' s there? | |
| DizzeeDizzee who? | |
| RasAnd I kick ass, kill a | |
| MC fastKnock, knock who' s there? | |
| BadBad who? | |
| BoyI' m here to annoy, take away your joy | |
| Knock, knock who' s there? | |
| JackJack who? | |
| YouYou' re not with your crew, what you gunna do | |
| Knock, knock who' s there? | |
| BigBig who? | |
| GunPoint me to the sun, watch your fassy run | |
| I' m Dizzee | |
| Ras nightmare from the big | |
| E A S TI' m exactly what your parent don' t want to see on your | |
| TVI nicely, precisely intimadate anyone that | |
| I chooseRefuse to to lose, express unlimited contriversial views | |
| Your average boy or girl on the street might be familiar with my beat | |
| And, or familiar with my sound, | |
| I' m formerly from the underground | |
| And it' s clear, for a year, | |
| I' ve been turing up the heat | |
| Made you get up and out of your seat | |
| Shake your fists and shuffle your feet | |
| And now I' m here, let' s make another thing clear | |
| They didn' t bun me up enough | |
| I' m still here | |
| So what was the perpose of your little charade | |
| Your little charade was whack | |
| Just about hurt me, you should of merked me | |
| I was on a rampage now | |
| I' m backFive stab wounds, couple scratches, bruises and some pains | |
| Four halfhearted fassies, four poor is no brains | |
| Did it two weeks before my album came out helped me sell double | |
| But let' s not dwell on that, it' s the least of your troubles | |
| Knock, knock who' s there? | |
| DizzeeDizzee who? | |
| RasAnd I kick ass, kill a | |
| MC fastKnock, knock who' s there? | |
| BadBad who? | |
| BoyI' m here to annoy, take away your joy | |
| Knock, knock who' s there? | |
| JackJack who? | |
| YouYou' re not with your crew, what you gunna do | |
| Knock, knock who' s there? | |
| BigBig who? | |
| GunPoint me to the sun, watch your fassy run | |
| Eh, yo considering | |
| The part I play, the position | |
| I' m inYou wouldn' t expect for me me to say | |
| I prefer the day to nights where | |
| I gotta turn up and play ya | |
| Ripoff, dusty, sweaty, clotter raised | |
| Where the audience, all screw faced, and promoters don' t want to pay | |
| And half of the boys in the croud wanna blast me | |
| And half of the girls wanna show how little they care | |
| By standing right there at the front tryin' to look right past me | |
| It gets depressing thinking ' bout it even more | |
| Knowing that | |
| I' m gonna face the usual hassle at the door | |
| Because as well as lippy hags, | |
| I hate cocky bouncers | |
| I ain' t here to rave | |
| I' m here to get paid, look | |
| You search me up rough like im any common crook | |
| My names on the flyer man, forget the guest book | |
| Abusing your authority you look like a fool | |
| You faulty standard, underdog, you know your own tool | |
| I ain' t wearin' certain shoes so you don' t think | |
| I look right | |
| That' s cushdy mate, | |
| I' m gettin' paid more than you tonight | |
| Knock, knock who' s there? | |
| DizzeeDizzee who? | |
| RasAnd I kick ass, kill a | |
| MC fastKnock, knock who' s there? | |
| BadBad who? | |
| BoyI' m here to annoy, take away your joy | |
| Knock, knock who' s there? | |
| JackJack who? | |
| YouYou' re not with your crew, what you gunna do | |
| Knock, knock who' s there? | |
| BigBig who? | |
| GunPoint me to the sun, watch your fassy run |
| Knock, knock who' s there? | |
| DizzeeDizzee who? | |
| RasAnd I kick ass, kill a | |
| MC fastKnock, knock who' s there? | |
| BadBad who? | |
| BoyI' m here to annoy, take away your joy | |
| Knock, knock who' s there? | |
| JackJack who? | |
| YouYou' re not with your crew, what you gunna do | |
| Knock, knock who' s there? | |
| BigBig who? | |
| GunPoint me to the sun, watch your fassy run | |
| I' m Dizzee | |
| Ras nightmare from the big | |
| E A S TI' m exactly what your parent don' t want to see on your | |
| TVI nicely, precisely intimadate anyone that | |
| I chooseRefuse to to lose, express unlimited contriversial views | |
| Your average boy or girl on the street might be familiar with my beat | |
| And, or familiar with my sound, | |
| I' m formerly from the underground | |
| And it' s clear, for a year, | |
| I' ve been turing up the heat | |
| Made you get up and out of your seat | |
| Shake your fists and shuffle your feet | |
| And now I' m here, let' s make another thing clear | |
| They didn' t bun me up enough | |
| I' m still here | |
| So what was the perpose of your little charade | |
| Your little charade was whack | |
| Just about hurt me, you should of merked me | |
| I was on a rampage now | |
| I' m backFive stab wounds, couple scratches, bruises and some pains | |
| Four halfhearted fassies, four poor is no brains | |
| Did it two weeks before my album came out helped me sell double | |
| But let' s not dwell on that, it' s the least of your troubles | |
| Knock, knock who' s there? | |
| DizzeeDizzee who? | |
| RasAnd I kick ass, kill a | |
| MC fastKnock, knock who' s there? | |
| BadBad who? | |
| BoyI' m here to annoy, take away your joy | |
| Knock, knock who' s there? | |
| JackJack who? | |
| YouYou' re not with your crew, what you gunna do | |
| Knock, knock who' s there? | |
| BigBig who? | |
| GunPoint me to the sun, watch your fassy run | |
| Eh, yo considering | |
| The part I play, the position | |
| I' m inYou wouldn' t expect for me me to say | |
| I prefer the day to nights where | |
| I gotta turn up and play ya | |
| Ripoff, dusty, sweaty, clotter raised | |
| Where the audience, all screw faced, and promoters don' t want to pay | |
| And half of the boys in the croud wanna blast me | |
| And half of the girls wanna show how little they care | |
| By standing right there at the front tryin' to look right past me | |
| It gets depressing thinking ' bout it even more | |
| Knowing that | |
| I' m gonna face the usual hassle at the door | |
| Because as well as lippy hags, | |
| I hate cocky bouncers | |
| I ain' t here to rave | |
| I' m here to get paid, look | |
| You search me up rough like im any common crook | |
| My names on the flyer man, forget the guest book | |
| Abusing your authority you look like a fool | |
| You faulty standard, underdog, you know your own tool | |
| I ain' t wearin' certain shoes so you don' t think | |
| I look right | |
| That' s cushdy mate, | |
| I' m gettin' paid more than you tonight | |
| Knock, knock who' s there? | |
| DizzeeDizzee who? | |
| RasAnd I kick ass, kill a | |
| MC fastKnock, knock who' s there? | |
| BadBad who? | |
| BoyI' m here to annoy, take away your joy | |
| Knock, knock who' s there? | |
| JackJack who? | |
| YouYou' re not with your crew, what you gunna do | |
| Knock, knock who' s there? | |
| BigBig who? | |
| GunPoint me to the sun, watch your fassy run |
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