Knock knock: acordes por
Dizzee Rascal
Dizzee Rascal

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Tom: G minor
Verse 1
Am
Am
[Chorus]
Knock knock who's
there? Dizzee
Dizzee who? Ras
And I kick ass
Kill a MC fast
Knock knock who's there? Bad
Bad who? Boy
Dm
Dm
I'm here to annoy
F
F
Am
Am
Dm
Dm
Take away your joy
Am
Am
Knock knock who's there? Jack
Jack who? You
Your not with your crew
What you gunna do
Knock knock who's there? Big
Big who? Gun
Em
Em
Dm
Dm
Am
Am
Point me to the sun
Em
Em
Watch your fassy run
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F#m
I'm dizzee ras nightmare
from the big E A S T
Bm
Bm
I'm exactly what your parent
Em
Em
don't want to see on your tv
I nicely,
F#m
F#m
Em
Em
Am
Am
precisely intimadate anyone that I choose
Em
Em
Refuse to to lose
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F
Express unlimited contriversial views
Em
Em
Am
Am
F#m
F#m
Your average boy or girl on the street might
be familiar with my beat
And or familiar
with my sound,
Bm
Bm
Am
Am
I'm formerly from the underground
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F#m
And its clear, for a year,
Am
Am
Em
Em
I've been turing up the heat
Made you get up and out of your seat
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F
Shake your fists and shuffle your feet
Dm
Dm
Em
Em
And now I'm here
Am
Am
Lets make another thing clear [Overlaps here
on previous line]
Em
Em
They didn't bun me up
Am
Am
enough I'm still here
Em
Em
So what was the perpose of your little charade,
Am
Am
your little charade was whack
Em
Em
Just about hurt me
F#m
F#m
You should of merked me
Em
Em
Am
Am
I was on a rampage now I'm back
Em
Em
Five stab wounds
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Couple scratches, bruises and some pains
Bm
Bm
Four half- hearted fassies
Am
Am
Four poor is no brains
Did it
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F#m
Two weeks before my album came
Em
Em
out helped me sell double
But lets not dwell on that,
F
F
Em
Em
its the least of your troubles
Dm
Dm
[Chorus]
Em
Em
Dm
Dm
Em
Em
Eh yo considering
F#m
F#m
Em
Em
The part I play, you wouldn't expect for me me
F#m
F#m
Em
Em
to say I prefer the day to nights where I gotta
turn up and play
F#m
F#m
Em
Em
I rip- off, dusty, sweaty,
clotter raised
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F#m
Em
Em
And the audience, all screw faced,
F
F
and promoters don't want to pay
Dm
Dm
And half of the boys in the
Em
Em
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croud want to blast me
Bm
Bm
Em
Em
And half of the girls want to show how little they
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F#m
Bm
Bm
Em
Em
care about standing right there at the front,
tryin t? look right past me
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F#m
It gets depressing thinking
A
A
bout it even more
Em
Em
F#m
F#m
F
F
Knowing that I'm gonna face the
usual hassle at the door
Em
Em
Because as well as lippy hags,
Am
Am
I hate cocky bouncers
Em
Em
F#m
F#m
I ain't here to rave I'm
Em
Em
Am
Am
here to get paid look
Em
Em
You search me up rough like I'm
Am
Am
Em
Em
any common crook
Bm
Bm
F#m
F#m
Em
Em
My names on the flyer man,
Am
Am
forget the guest book
Em
Em
D
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Abusing your athor
F#m
F#m
Em
Em
ity you look like a fool
F#m
F#m
Bm
Bm
You faulty standard, under dog,
Em
Em
Am
Am
you know your own tool
Em
Em
F#m
F#m
I ain't wearin certain shoes so you
Em
Em
Am
Am
Em
Em
don't think I look right (what?)
F#m
F#m
that's cushdy mate,
Em
Em
F
F
I'm gettin paid more than you tonight
Outro 1
[Chorus]
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Dm
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