Jus’ A Rascal

[Chorus]
He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal
He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal
He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal
He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal
(Rascal) He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal
(Rascal) He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal
(Rascal) He's jus' a rascal, (Rascal) he's jus' a rascal
Yo London, stand up tall
He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal

[Verse 1]
Stress on the brain, complain to the full
Stress on the brain, complain to the max
I'm gonna search for big money stacks
Top tens or platinum plaques (Woo)
Ain't got no need for a chain on my chaps
I'm a rudeboy, dangargan, daps
I got this game in my hand like dax
Got this game in my hand (Woo), be cool
Unstoppable, make a boy relax
I'll take cheese from the Jills and Jacks
We make money off album tracks
Come on I'll face it, lets all face facts (Yeah)
You may be perhaps some chaps
What's that, but I'm invisible to all
Foolish fakish cats, maybe put hands on my daps (Yo, yo, yo, yo)
Stress on my brain complain to the max
Stress on my brain complain but I know
Gotta get money, gotta get a lot of dough
No less than a G for the show
Ain't got no love for a hag or a ho
Do tings, have flings with girls on the low
I get around all ways in a go
I get around all ways in a rush
Can't stop me, I won't ever hush (No)
Drinking beer make my lot lush
When I come to the cotch with kush
Never chat shit, talk shit get flushed
I talk tough 'cause life's been rough
Gritty, shitty life ain't been too pretty, far from buff
So I'm after the elegant stuff (What?)

[Chorus]
He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal (Yeah)
He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal (What's my motherfucking name?)
He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal (Yeah)
He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal (Yeah)
(Rascal) He's jus' a rascal (What?), he's jus' a rascal (What?)
(Rascal) He's jus' a rascal (What?), Dizzee Rascal
(Rascal) He's jus' a rascal, (Rascal) he's jus' a rascal
He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal

[Verse 2]
Definitely I hustle blud, definitely I grind
So you can try anything you want, I definitely don't mind
Definitely got my ting (Ting), I definitely know your face
So don't jump out of your pram, I'll definitely put you in your place (Yeah)
Definite I hustle blud, definitely I graft (Woo)
So you can chat anything you want, I'll definitely just laugh
Definitely got my swords (Swords), definitely really sharp
So don't keep talking like you're bright, I'll definitely get dark (Dark)
Listen, definite I hustle blud, definitely I fly (Fly)
So you can try anything you want, I'll definitely just sigh (Just sigh)
Definitely know I'm real, definitely know you ain't
So don't try being no devil, 'cause I'm definitely no saint (Hear me now)
Definite I hustle blud, definitely I win
So you keep taking this for a joke, I'll definitely just grin (Grin)
Definitely can't have heard, definitely couldn't know
Don't talk like you're on top, I'll leave you definitely below

[Chorus]
He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal
He's jus' a rascal (Oi), Dizzee Rascal (What's me motherfucking name?)
He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal
He's jus' a rascal (Yeah), Dizzee Rascal (East London stan' up tall)
(Rascal) He's jus' a rascal, he's jus' a rascal
(Rascal) He's jus' a rascal, Dizzee Rascal
(Rascal) He's jus' a rascal (Yeah), (Rascal) he's jus' a rascal (Yeah)
He's jus' a rascal (Yeah), Dizzee Rascal

[Verse 3]
Bugs on your rug so lay low, I might have to stop, get Live-O
And you don't need the stress or aggro so
Just sit back and settle, I'm hot like a kettle
You might get scalded or burnt up
But I guarantee the feds won't turn up
Hating's a bad habit, you best give it up
Act like a bitch go fetch your makeup
I'm streetwise, hang with the phat guys so baptise
Make the whole crew capsize, slap guys that wanna talk pork pies
Look, Raskit known to attack guys so no lies
Maybe I recognise
When I bore t'rough there is no clear skies
Jack guys, kidnap and cap guys
Rep's up, rampage, stab with glass

[Outro]
(Oi pussyhole, I'm coming for you yeah
Remember rude boy I'm coming for you yeah
Anywhere I see you I'm gonna lift off your face
With chat yeah you're a pussy hole, look, suck your mum as well
All right, go suck your mum, man
We're all waiting to blow you brain you think that you're all bad
You ain't bad blad, pussying out, pussying out for three weeks
Talking about you got girls from Northern France
What's all that about you shit head, suck your mum, man)