Well I'm droppin' bars like a page three star droppin' bras,
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My voice hits cars, I love music,
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Kept my voice locked in a jar for years,
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Now I'm here I know you loved the way I appeared,
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Like Cha-Ching, I've come to br-ring,
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The vibe that's been hiding like Bin Laden,
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Turn the noise down, I beg your pardon,
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I get ya, let this shit rumble your garden as the bass hardens,
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Miss L dot Harman, get the weirdest looks from bar man,
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They wanna go silly like the Baha Men,
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The drama continues,
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Now like sexual intercourse, feel the tune in you,
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[Chorus]
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Abuse your speakers, lose your manners,
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Disturb the neighbours, this one's a banger,
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Fiddle with the volume, I beg ya,
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Fiddle with the volume, ya ya ya ya
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Abuse your speakers, lose your manners,
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Disturb the neighbours, this one's a banger,
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Fiddle with the volume, I beg ya,
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Fiddle with the volume, I beg ya,
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Fuck ninety nine,
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My neighbours got about a hundred and twenty-four problems sittin' on his mind,
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Beside the fact that I blare my music all the time,
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He gets knock down ginger on his yard from nine to five,
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Ha, wigdy wigdy woo,
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S-O-V's voise causin' fueds,
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Encouraging my neighbours to be rude,
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Unable to chew food,
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Due to my new tunes and my renditions of Waterloo,
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Waterloo! what who?
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From Abba to Shabba, hip-hop, grime to ragga,
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I blabber the weird grammar due to listening to hits like a hammer,
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Bang bang, everybody turn this up,
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[Chorus]
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Bang bang bang oiiiiiiiii,
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Peoples complaining,
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Winging and wining coz I'm here vibing,
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Bang bang bang oiiiiiiiii,
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Peoples complaining,
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Winging and wining coz I'm here vibing,
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Allow country and western,
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I got a suggestion,
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The music in question is here caving your chest in,
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And I ain't got time for resting,
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I'm never snoring,
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Interesting, my living room noises are never boring,
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Grannys wanna kick my door in,
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We're constantly warring till one in the mornin'
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Now lights off, lights on, I'm teasing them,
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They think I've gone to sleep but I'm changin' CD's again,
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Now don't go on like you don't like it,
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You're only moaning coz your records are shit,
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And they skip, now just zip your lip,
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And come to my yard and flip the script,
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[Chorus x2]
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Fiddle With The Volume
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Lady Sovereign |