Chillin Wiv Da Man Dem Lyrics - Tongue N Cheek - Dizzee Rascal

Yo cuz 

What ma fam? 

What you got there? 

Oi 

Is that a lemon? 

No it's cheese cuzzie 

Hey join me? 

What I just lit it fam! 

Oh don't be shy! 

Fuck sake 

Are you movin to my girl though? 

I might do still! 

She's loose bruv 

Ah shup! 

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CHORUS: 

Chillin wiv da man dem 

Jammin wiv da man dem 

It's all good in the hood wiv da man dem 

I know a couple girlem maybe I should mail dem 

Till then I'm just chillin wiv da man dem 

Jammin wiv da man dem 

It's all good in the hood wiv da man dem 

I know a couple girlem maybe I should mail dem 

Till them I'm just chillin wiv da, chillin wiv da 

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I was in the e3bo playin pro evil 

Gettin moved up in the scores for a zero 

If I lose again I will surely regret it 

And this pussyole won't let me forget it 

But it's no pressure I can take this boi 

And if I don't win I'll break dis boi 

I'm just rampin we've got an understandin 

It can never be arms house that's ma brederin 

Through thick and thin, rain sleet hail snow he's chippin in 

If he's got a couple gash he'll bring me in 

If he's got a bit of weed I'm smokin 

I ain't jokin 

From day one we was on this road ting 

Now we're all grown up on the old ting 

Kick back take it easy and slow ting 

It's the kind of thing we're promotin 

No job ting 

(Chorus) 

When I get lost 

Feel I've been crossed 

The man dem are my salvation 

I take off my shoes 

Fill up a zoot 

And put on the playstation 

So stop button bashing just pass the pad, pass the pad, pass the pad 

Stop chattin shit just pass the pad, pass the pad, pass the pad 

Hey no it's winner stays on blud pass the pad, pass the pad, pass the pad 

Don't be a prick blud pass the pad, pass the pad, pass the pad 

High talk and ghetto conspiracies 

Psychotic weed dealers smokin trees 

Heated arguments all about the football 

We're up all night like we're nocturnal 

I can't be bothered to do anything but chill 

And fuck the world outside that's how I feel 

I've got a whole lot of time to kill 

So fuck these bitches I'm just keepin it real 

(Chorus) 

(Instrumental)