Riding Round Slow Lyrics – Dizzee Rascal

Read the full Riding Round Slow lyrics by Dizzee Rascal and Bun B from the album We Want Bass along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Dizzee Rascal’s music, you can also explore Look Twice and Oh Why, two other songs by Dizzee Rascal.

[Chorus: Dizzee Rascal]
Riding ’round slow so the pu*sy boys see me
(Life is slow, don’t you— don’t you know that life’s slow, slow, slow)
And I’m seeing pretty Range Rover with the TV
(Life is slow, don’t you— don’t you know that life— that life—)
Riding ’round slow so the pu*sy boys see me
(Life is slow, don’t you— don’t you know that life’s slow, slow, slow)
Every day my city’s getting more and more greazy
(Life is slow, don’t you— don’t you know that life— that life—)

[Verse 1: Dizzee Rascal]
Riding ’round slow so the pu*sy boys see me and I’m seeing pretty Range Rover with the TV
Streets getting meady, the government are greedy, every day my city’s getting more and more greazy
Pull up in your manor and I’m looking all sleazy, I ain’t coming out a second gear, I take it easy
Got the black Trapstar mittens with the beanie and all I do is wish a pu*sy would like a genie
My son said, “Daddy, don’t leave me, I’m scared of the dark, I don’t wanna see the meanies” (Oh, watch that)
I said, “Son, just pree me or look at how I roll around the city so freely”
In the double R with the stars in the ceiling, sitting on that peanut butter leather, what a feeling (What a feeling)
But there’s a lot of dodgy dealings, jackers, pucking and they’re plotting on the peelings
Jackers robbing and they’re hotting up the scene and thieving, looking for an AP, man’ll have you bleeding
And they play for keeps, they don’t wanna hear you pleading, might get bored, but you’ll definitely get a beating
Try jack me on Saturday evening, kids at the back of the car all screaming
Thought I was dreaming, hopped out the whip like a demon, seething
Now he’s on the floor, slumped and leaning, eyes rolled back of his head, should’ve seen him
Heavily breathing, wheezing, needing medical attention, shouldn’t have been scheming
Gotta drop the kids to their mums, I’m steaming, now I’m at the door, she wants to know the meaning
Said, I gotta go, I can’t talk, I’m leaving and if I told you, you probably wouldn’t even believe me

[Chorus: Dizzee Rascal]
Riding ’round slow so the pu*sy boys see me
(Life is slow, don’t you— don’t you know that life’s slow, slow, slow)
And I’m seeing pretty Range Rover with the TV
(Life is slow, don’t you— don’t you know that life— that life—)
Riding ’round slow so the pu*sy boys see me
(Life is slow, don’t you— don’t you know that life’s slow, slow, slow)
Every day my city’s getting more and more greazy
(Life is slow, don’t you— don’t you know that life— that life—)

[Verse 2: Bun B]
Ayy, me and Dizzie is back on the slab, back on the block and we bleeding the Ave
Try to fu*k with us, don’t make me laugh, gladiators’ll cut you in half
Yeah, I still get a bag for the shows and I smoke on the grams of the O’s
I’m for the bread, give a damn ’bout them hoes, you do it for likes on the ‘Gram, I suppose
I slam Cadillac doors, we’re riding on fours and I’m popping my trunk
I be chugging the deuce while sipping my juice and I’m getting it crunk
Sitting on bands, I speak with my hands and my necklace is naughty
You know I’m living like my name is Gotti, pass by your boys and they all looking botty
You moving sloppy, go clean your act up, when we pull up, it’s best that you back up
And boy, don’t you move sudden, you know that we clutching, if you even breathe, you get clapped up
‘Cause I’m here for the wins, I’m chasing them M’s, who give a fu*k ’bout a dollar, man?
On the corners I bend, I head to the ends, hit Peckham and Holland, holla, man
From the United States to the United Kingdom but no, we don’t fu*k with the kingdom
The ghetto anthems, yeah, we sing them, if you could do better, then bring them
I will open a brand-new can of ass whooping and I’ll pour you a glass full
For talking that s*it, but that’s what you get when you fu*king with me and the Rascal

[Chorus: Dizzee Rascal]
Riding ’round slow so the pu*sy boys see me
(Life is slow, don’t you— don’t you know that life’s slow, slow, slow)
And I’m seeing pretty Range Rover with the TV
(Life is slow, don’t you— don’t you know that life— that life—)
Riding ’round slow so the pu*sy boys see me
(Life is slow, don’t you— don’t you know that life’s slow, slow, slow)
Every day my city’s getting more and more greazy
(Life is slow, don’t you— don’t you know that life— that life—)