Seems 2 Be Lyrics
| Song | Seems 2 Be |
| Artist | Dizzee Rascal |
| Album | Boy In Da Corner |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Who's that? Who's that? Who's that? | |
| The ******st, flyest OG pimp hustler | |
| Gangster player, hardcore mother****** living today | |
| To be honest, I'm totally and completely on his ************ | |
| And you know this, man | |
| It's the return of Dizzee Rascal | |
| Dem bwoi, nah ready yet trend dat you never set | |
| Silence, silence, silence dat | |
| Stop that, start that, get that | |
| Yeah, you know, going on dirty, going on stank | |
| Yo, roll deep with these, put these MC's on deep freeze | |
| Hit these Whitney's and rip these | |
| I'm like Busta we flip these, so please | |
| Don't rap with these fearless, angry, sick MC's | |
| Don't like Christine's or Britney's | |
| Lala's or Tinky Winky's | |
| And this one strictly for pick these? | |
| Old school afro, dry white beats | |
| Barclays Halifax, we stick these | |
| Endless gunshots, we lick these | |
| Trick these CID's with ease | |
| Touch mic, MC's jump like fleas | |
| Playa haters get chopped like trees | |
| A boy rascal to a boy in histories | |
| It seems to be cars and cash and girls and head and manners | |
| On the flames, better keep your eye out for them feds | |
| It seems to be phones and bling and raves and ************ | |
| Pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed | |
| It seems to be DJ's and MC's and Gold rings and Nikes | |
| We roll deep for the money, we don't want no technicalities | |
| It seems to be love and war and hate and life | |
| Harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life | |
| So far from clean, play kiss, chase with your aunt Maureen | |
| Get rhymes, get heard, get seen, Dizzee run tings like Idi Armin | |
| Keep vigilant, keep on guard, we chuck grenades at Scotland Yard | |
| Retard, get kicked hard, real hard | |
| Leave death threats in your birthday card | |
| ‽O my days what is he like?†Dizzee.com, Dizzee.bust mic | |
| Co.uk at the stopper, Bare-foot Pimp.holler | |
| It seems to be cars and cash and girls and head and manners | |
| On the flames, better keep your eye out for them feds | |
| It seems to be phones and bling and raves and ************ | |
| Pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed | |
| It seems to be DJ's and MC's and Gold rings and Nikes | |
| We roll deep for the money, we don't want no technicalities | |
| It seems to be love and war and hate and life | |
| Harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life | |
| Ding dong, it's on, fake MC's wanna sing my song | |
| Wanna test my react? Bring it on | |
| Wanna take me for a mong? Nar, that's wrong | |
| Hit â€~em with the Jeet Kun Do, like key low blow | |
| Leave bullet holes in the Moschinos clothes | |
| What like where the ************ grows, carry condoms for the hoes | |
| Back, front, inside, out, Dizzee got the floor to make a boy white out | |
| Six foot deep, you could never climb out | |
| I smoke the ************ till my mum finds out | |
| Front, back, outside, in, bare-foot kids living on ging-seng | |
| Blud make him like doggy-styling, in a dark park where the dark come in | |
| It seems to be cars and cash and girls and head and manners | |
| On the flames, better keep your eye out for them feds | |
| It seems to be phones and bling and raves and ************ | |
| Pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed | |
| It seems to be DJ's and MC's and Gold rings and Nikes | |
| We roll deep for the money, we don't want no technicalities | |
| It seems to be love and war and hate and life | |
| Harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life |
| Who' s that? Who' s that? Who' s that? | |
| The st, flyest OG pimp hustler | |
| Gangster player, hardcore mother living today | |
| To be honest, I' m totally and completely on his | |
| And you know this, man | |
| It' s the return of Dizzee Rascal | |
| Dem bwoi, nah ready yet trend dat you never set | |
| Silence, silence, silence dat | |
| Stop that, start that, get that | |
| Yeah, you know, going on dirty, going on stank | |
| Yo, roll deep with these, put these MC' s on deep freeze | |
| Hit these Whitney' s and rip these | |
| I' m like Busta we flip these, so please | |
| Don' t rap with these fearless, angry, sick MC' s | |
| Don' t like Christine' s or Britney' s | |
| Lala' s or Tinky Winky' s | |
| And this one strictly for pick these? | |
| Old school afro, dry white beats | |
| Barclays Halifax, we stick these | |
| Endless gunshots, we lick these | |
| Trick these CID' s with ease | |
| Touch mic, MC' s jump like fleas | |
| Playa haters get chopped like trees | |
| A boy rascal to a boy in histories | |
| It seems to be cars and cash and girls and head and manners | |
| On the flames, better keep your eye out for them feds | |
| It seems to be phones and bling and raves and | |
| Pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed | |
| It seems to be DJ' s and MC' s and Gold rings and Nikes | |
| We roll deep for the money, we don' t want no technicalities | |
| It seems to be love and war and hate and life | |
| Harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life | |
| So far from clean, play kiss, chase with your aunt Maureen | |
| Get rhymes, get heard, get seen, Dizzee run tings like Idi Armin | |
| Keep vigilant, keep on guard, we chuck grenades at Scotland Yard | |
| Retard, get kicked hard, real hard | |
| Leave death threats in your birthday card | |
| O my days what is he like? Dizzee. com, Dizzee. bust mic | |
| Co. uk at the stopper, Barefoot Pimp. holler | |
| It seems to be cars and cash and girls and head and manners | |
| On the flames, better keep your eye out for them feds | |
| It seems to be phones and bling and raves and | |
| Pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed | |
| It seems to be DJ' s and MC' s and Gold rings and Nikes | |
| We roll deep for the money, we don' t want no technicalities | |
| It seems to be love and war and hate and life | |
| Harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life | |
| Ding dong, it' s on, fake MC' s wanna sing my song | |
| Wanna test my react? Bring it on | |
| Wanna take me for a mong? Nar, that' s wrong | |
| Hit em with the Jeet Kun Do, like key low blow | |
| Leave bullet holes in the Moschinos clothes | |
| What like where the grows, carry condoms for the hoes | |
| Back, front, inside, out, Dizzee got the floor to make a boy white out | |
| Six foot deep, you could never climb out | |
| I smoke the till my mum finds out | |
| Front, back, outside, in, barefoot kids living on gingseng | |
| Blud make him like doggystyling, in a dark park where the dark come in | |
| It seems to be cars and cash and girls and head and manners | |
| On the flames, better keep your eye out for them feds | |
| It seems to be phones and bling and raves and | |
| Pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed | |
| It seems to be DJ' s and MC' s and Gold rings and Nikes | |
| We roll deep for the money, we don' t want no technicalities | |
| It seems to be love and war and hate and life | |
| Harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life |
| Who' s that? Who' s that? Who' s that? | |
| The st, flyest OG pimp hustler | |
| Gangster player, hardcore mother living today | |
| To be honest, I' m totally and completely on his | |
| And you know this, man | |
| It' s the return of Dizzee Rascal | |
| Dem bwoi, nah ready yet trend dat you never set | |
| Silence, silence, silence dat | |
| Stop that, start that, get that | |
| Yeah, you know, going on dirty, going on stank | |
| Yo, roll deep with these, put these MC' s on deep freeze | |
| Hit these Whitney' s and rip these | |
| I' m like Busta we flip these, so please | |
| Don' t rap with these fearless, angry, sick MC' s | |
| Don' t like Christine' s or Britney' s | |
| Lala' s or Tinky Winky' s | |
| And this one strictly for pick these? | |
| Old school afro, dry white beats | |
| Barclays Halifax, we stick these | |
| Endless gunshots, we lick these | |
| Trick these CID' s with ease | |
| Touch mic, MC' s jump like fleas | |
| Playa haters get chopped like trees | |
| A boy rascal to a boy in histories | |
| It seems to be cars and cash and girls and head and manners | |
| On the flames, better keep your eye out for them feds | |
| It seems to be phones and bling and raves and | |
| Pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed | |
| It seems to be DJ' s and MC' s and Gold rings and Nikes | |
| We roll deep for the money, we don' t want no technicalities | |
| It seems to be love and war and hate and life | |
| Harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life | |
| So far from clean, play kiss, chase with your aunt Maureen | |
| Get rhymes, get heard, get seen, Dizzee run tings like Idi Armin | |
| Keep vigilant, keep on guard, we chuck grenades at Scotland Yard | |
| Retard, get kicked hard, real hard | |
| Leave death threats in your birthday card | |
| O my days what is he like? Dizzee. com, Dizzee. bust mic | |
| Co. uk at the stopper, Barefoot Pimp. holler | |
| It seems to be cars and cash and girls and head and manners | |
| On the flames, better keep your eye out for them feds | |
| It seems to be phones and bling and raves and | |
| Pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed | |
| It seems to be DJ' s and MC' s and Gold rings and Nikes | |
| We roll deep for the money, we don' t want no technicalities | |
| It seems to be love and war and hate and life | |
| Harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life | |
| Ding dong, it' s on, fake MC' s wanna sing my song | |
| Wanna test my react? Bring it on | |
| Wanna take me for a mong? Nar, that' s wrong | |
| Hit em with the Jeet Kun Do, like key low blow | |
| Leave bullet holes in the Moschinos clothes | |
| What like where the grows, carry condoms for the hoes | |
| Back, front, inside, out, Dizzee got the floor to make a boy white out | |
| Six foot deep, you could never climb out | |
| I smoke the till my mum finds out | |
| Front, back, outside, in, barefoot kids living on gingseng | |
| Blud make him like doggystyling, in a dark park where the dark come in | |
| It seems to be cars and cash and girls and head and manners | |
| On the flames, better keep your eye out for them feds | |
| It seems to be phones and bling and raves and | |
| Pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed | |
| It seems to be DJ' s and MC' s and Gold rings and Nikes | |
| We roll deep for the money, we don' t want no technicalities | |
| It seems to be love and war and hate and life | |
| Harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life |
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