Business Man Dizzee Rascal

[Intro]
Ayy!
You know what they say
They say God helps those who help themselves and the Devil makes work for idle thumbs
Fuck it

[Verse 1]
No boy can’t run me, sun me
Any given Sunday
Move like Crocodile Dundee
Daggar in my undies
Lookin’ for a chick like Chun-Li
Thick in the hips not dumpy
Bumpers bumpy
Ready for the Rumpy Pumpy
Pum pum junkie
Side guys lookin’ all grumpy
Thinkin’ I’m cunt
Lookin’ at me stuntin’
Wishin’ they could jump me
Leave me all lumpy
Crooked and stumpy
Bet you any money that you wouldn’t get 1p
You silly monkey
MTV gotta punk me
Don’t be a numpty
Don’t get comfy
Try me it’ll get funky
Couldn’t take me for a flunky
Now I just slump in the country
Country bumkin
Lookin’ all chunky
I ain’t got a monthly
Done with the mortgage
Coulda had a bigger house
But I got it figured out
So I bloody bought it
I ain’t gotta forfeit
They ain’t got a audit
But I’ll endorse it
Stay in your lane rudeboy
Don’t force it
Runnin’ on ice when you know you gotta walk it
I walk the walk and I talk it
Talk is cheap everybody could afford it
You can still kill a fine wine if you cork it
Tastes like horse shit
I call the bullshit, sort it
I don’t report it
Won’t see me in the dock or on the pulpit
See me in the tinted whip with a sport kit
No spare tire an' the boots in the front with a tool kit
Didn’t import it
I ain't gotta make no noise
If I want something done I will sort it