Dizzee Rascal - Slow Your Roll lyrics

Tell them boys to stop over-fussin’
Tell them boys there ain’t no discussion
Tell them boys I heard it all before
It ain’t new to me you gotta show me suttin’
Act up fore I blow or suttin’ blow for blow
Toe to toe i run my own show
But, I am not known for duckin’
Tell my homeboys to roll me suttin’
Standin’ out in the cold is cuttin’
Reminiscing on back in the day
Before Isle of Dogs and
E3 was shootin’ broad day and
Riskin’ lives over nothin’
Them boys were like older cousins
Went away I came back I heard it
Went mad but I could not speak
Cos it was too peak I had
To just hold my tongue in shoulder shruggin’
Lookin’ over my shoulder
Told ‘em slow your roll when
The roads are gunnin’
On top and the show was runnin’
These times it was over-numbin’
All's fair when it's love and war
Bredders actin’ all cold an' cunnin’
I was focussed on my dough was comin’
Deep down I knew my soul was bunnin’
Sting a bee in a sling they stung him
Couple shots came through went wrong
Held one, he survived the stunnin’
Payback gotta at least gotta get one in
No point tryna talk ‘em down
Can’t tell these negros nuttin’ like

Slow your roll and get dough
Slow your roll and get dough
Slow your roll and get dough
And let the foolishness go
Slow your roll and get dough
Slow your roll and get dough
Slow your roll and get dough
There’s more to life than you know
Slow your roll and get dough
Slow your roll and get dough
Slow your roll and get dough
And let the yout dem grow

Youngers takin’ up arms
Youngers out to do harm
Like it’s Afghanistan switchin' up garms
Kickin’ up drama gotta handle these qualms
Chip at the top of their arm
Someone ring the alarm
Ringin’ shots on the calm
Nothin' left in their eyes
Lost the love and the charm ain’t no Quran
And they’re mentally scarred
They ain’t wishin’ on stars
They ain’t readin’ no psalms
Or prayin for peeps
They’re playin’ for keeps futures bleak
They keep the heat in their palms
Compete and beef for postcodes and streets
They don’t even own yards
Best believe they go hard
So bredders got locked up
Cos there ain’t no pot luck
The developers rocked up
Settin’ up shop got the
Whole place locked and
It all went and it all got copped
And the hood got chopped and the natives
Cropped and the ends got boxed up
Then the price got knocked up
Foreign investment raising the stock up
So the rent got propped up
And it kept gettin’ topped up
So the heart got ripped out and rinsed out
Some got shipped out, got kicked out
Few of them stayed but the
Rest just dipped out took the quick route
Power, money and big clout is what it’s about

Slow your roll and get dough
Slow your roll and get dough
Slow your roll and get dough
There’s more to life than you know
Slow your roll and get dough
Slow your roll and get dough
Slow your roll and get dough
And let the yout dem grow