Lady Sovereign Fan Site

Here are the lyrics to Fiddle With The Volume (thanks to dogintub for submitting them), you can find the music video for this song here.

well i’m droppin’ bars like a page three star droppin’ bras,
my voice hits cars, i love music,
kept my voice locked in a jar for years,
now i’m here i know you loved the way i appeared,
like cha-ching, i’ve come to br-ring,
the vibe that’s been hiding like Bin Laden,
turn the noise down, i beg ya pardon,
i get ya, let this shit rumble your garden as the bass hardens,
miss L dot Harman, get the weirdest looks from bar men,
they wanna go on silly like the Baha Men,
the drama continues,
now like sexual intercourse, feel the tune in you.

chorus
abuse your speakers, lose your manners,
disturb the neighbors, this one’s a banger,
fiddle with the volume, i beg ya,
fiddle with the volume, ya ya ya,
abuse your speakers, lose your manners,
disturb the neighbors, this one’s a banger,
fiddle with the volume, i beg ya,
fiddle with the volume, i beg ya.

fuck ninety nine,
my neighbors got about a hundred and twenty-four problems sittin’ on his mind,
beside the fact that i blare my music all the time,
he gets knock down ginger on his yard from nine to five,
ha, wigidy wigidy woo,
s-o-v’s voice causin’ feuds,
encouraging my neighbors to be rude,
unable to chew food,
due to my new tunes and my renditions of Waterloo,
Waterloo, what who?
from abba to shabba, hip hop, grime to ragga,
i blabber the weird grammar due to listening to hits like a hammer,
bang bang, everybody turn this up.

bang bang bang oiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii,
peoples complaining,
winging and wining coz i’m here vibeing,
bang bang bang oiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii,
peoples complaining,
winging and wining coz i’m here vibeing.

allow country and western,
i got a suggestion,
the music in question is here caving your chest in,
and i ain’t got time for resting,
i’m never snoring,
interesting, my living room noises are never boring,
grannys wanna kick my door in,
we’re constantly warring till one in the mornin’,
now lights off, lights on, i’m teasin’ them,
they think i’ve gone to sleep but i’m changin’ CD’s again,
now don’t go on like you don’t like it,
you’re only moaning coz your records are shit,
and they skip, now just zip your lip,
and come to my yard and flip the script.

Here are the lyrics to Lady Sovereigns song, ‘Blah Blah’, the music video for it can be found here.

I say first priorities, r descussin me
At maccy ds at about half three
What you munching on?
Ur Quarter-pounder with cheese?
Chatting about me and my abilities
Now S.O.V u wish!
S.O.V can’t speak!
S.O.V just quit!
Aw whatever don’t talk wid ur mouth full!
That’s right discussing me, it’s all publicity
Even if u don’t like me ur still dashing my name around the city
Its all good though, blup blup publicity for free!
White midget, ahuh might fidget
Somebody just dialled my digits
Is it for ur nan? Ha! Is it? Flatter for the way that u use ur credit
If you go say im nobody
Well if im nobody then why are u ringing me?!
U drained ur credit that’s filling it
Wow my style, u sure ur not feeling it?

Blah blah blah blah blah
What we tell dem? In one ear and it comes stright out the other
Repeating urself like u got a stutter
Wiv all ur mutter like reh reh reh rah
Why do we ever suffer? I dunno
All ur words in my brain turning into clutter
Repeating urself like u got a stutter
Wiv all ur mutter like reh reh reh rah

People want to classify me as an Eminem
What hear what im a different kind of specimen
Just because I be a white Caucasian
Doesn’t mean me and him are the same because
One im not American
Two im not a man
Three I come into with a different kind of plan
Setting the facts straight cos I know that I can
Will it ever wait cos I do the ultravan
Categories I don’t fit into any
Why? Im onto top the stars many
Writing out more lines than Burberry
Then it will be like a victim of 20
(spits)
make them drink my saliva off the floor
that spit not spat
when I walked in the door
release my metaphor
like cor blimey its the while girl ess oh vee!

Blah blah blah blah blah
What we telling dem? In one ear and it comes straight out the other
Repeating urself like u got a stutter
Wid all ur mutter like reh reh reh rah
Why do we ever suffer? I dunno
All ur words in my brain turning into clutter
Repeating urself like u got a stutter
Wiv all ur mutter like reh reh reh rah

Yo listen up
I know u dont boast about me over your Sunday roast
Or mid-morning cheese on toast
But when I found out you’re talking
Its all different you start squawking
“SOV I never said that!”
“SOV u know u aint white”
“SOV I love your track”
Well what you want bitch a pound in d bank?
I’m varying cos im soon to be beg friend
From the bed friend comes the next blahbarian
They only start caring when ur preparing the next big riddem
Dat gets the kids rehin
and Oh god I got posh people swearing
The rich (ch-ching) the poor the snobs the whores
Oh dear Blahbarians galore!

Blah blah blah blah blah
SHUTTUP! in 1 ear and it comes straight out the other
Repeating urself like u got a stutter
Wid all ur mutter like reh reh reh rah
Why do we ever suffer?
All ur words in my brain turning into clutter
Repeating urself like u got a stutter
Wiv all ur mutter like reh reh reh rah

Here are the lyrics to Lady Sovereigns song, ‘Those Were The Days’, you can find the music video for this song here.

We used to play jump the line,
Or who could wrap the swing around the frame the most times, back in the day,
Riding our bikes around the estate and playin’ basketball in the cage, those were the days,
I remember them water fights, teh tap outside,
Used to race to it on our bikes.
Grinnin’ with two front teeth missin’, those days were alright.
Knock down ginger, knock knock then shift.
Two minutes later we got locked in the lift,
Laughin’ when we got out,
Got into silly arguments about who found the pound on the ground,
Bopped to the shops bought about ten ice pops,
The weather was hot so they melted in our pockets,
Used to carry my belongings in them McDonalds bumbags.
That was back then so boy don’t mock it.

[Chorus:]

Yeah, yeah.
Yo those were the days I will never forget.
Yeah, yeah.
Yo those were the days I could never regret.
Yeah, yeah.
Yo those were the days I will never forget.
Yeah, yeah.
Yo those were the days.

Used to race down the hill in old Safeway Trollets.
I wasn’t indoors playing with Barbies or dollies,
I was outside jumpin’ off walls or playin’ football,
Or getting chased by the local pit bull,
The odd character that every borough had,
Mad Phillip, Gingerbeard, or Mad Max,
the faces you wouldn’t wanna see when you’re on your jacks,
In the places you wouldn’t be in if you stuck to your packs,
Stayed out till it was pitch black,
Sprayed my name on concrete slabs,
And I never got bitch-slapped.
Seen a couple of mans get stabbed,
Been chased by the mad man,
Gotta get back so I can…
Catch joke with my next door neighbor,
We played the first Mortal Kombat on the Sega,
Playing the latest jungle tunes we had on cassette,
Those were the day I will never forget.

[Chorus]

Remember naf naf jackets and spliffy jeans,
Adidas campus, them things were in,
It wasn’t about the king of the bling,
It was the king of the rim, or the king of the swing.
Back then, well I kind has less.
But less was much better ’cause it saved a lot of stress.
I hung out in Coffers community center,
Now they’ve knocked it down and replaced it with an Asda.
My parents way of tellin us to get our backs in
was them sounding some old fucking claxon.
We’re soldier marched back up to Redcliffe Walk,
Chalkhill Estate don’t exist no more,
it’s just talk.

[Chorus]

Here are the lyrics to Lady Sovereigns song, ‘A Little Bit Of Shhh’, the music video for it can be found here.

Yeah is dis Mike on? Riiiitteeeee

Lil shhh for the mc please (thankyou)

[Verse 1:]
Ya way aint step away now back away
Cos d only ting I be is heavy weight
Let me demonstrate da key to create
Check out d vibe dat i am create
You want me to stop well it’s too late
Want me to flow? Haha neva me
Neva hesitate to drop da mic’
I neva… hesitate to do what I like
Neva hesitate to pick up my fight
At d fings dat challengin at my vibe
Continue? Yes im sure
Get off my little caniball
I will leave it so old so old like a beat up whore
Eyes dem after a dumb hard draw
High ten lyrics dem against d law
Be lame right now wen d girls so flaw…
Eatin bread n water
My living can count its slaughter
Wid a order
Have u come to a decision?
Yes shes going to…
Don’t Send me dere
Da beef for my livin just get u no war
Dnt really care write what I like
Say every type of prayer
Oh yeah be aware…

[Chorus:]
Yo a lil bit of shhh for me
A lil bit of quiet for the mc
A lil bit of shhh for me
Make way for the S.O.V
A lil bit of shhh for me
Now shut ya mouth for d MC
A lil bit of hush for me
Right now its d S.O.V

Ritteee haha
Don’t joke wiv us move forward please (thankyou thankyou)

[Verse 2:]
Yeah about one nightstand
Wat u fink of my stands
Right now how it sounds I go zippy cold hands (oww)
An acoustic band got some hands up some hands
All my fans im in trouble uh-oh
Down sauf d pollution man go down
Well I make up noise like pots and pans
Dey shuld put my voice on a ice cream van
Dat way da streets wnt b bland
Big headed no cough headed yes
I must confess well im neva gonna rest
Well done less i dnt wana mess
Here comes the press!!
Nuva damn reporter
Obsessed wid my disorder
Diagnosis please whats wrong wiv her Bill?
She’s ill
Nah she’s…

[Chorus:]
Ohmygod!! Pete Ellis!! Ohhh!
Yoooooooooooooooooooww

[verse 3:]
[Haha] BRRRRRRRRR its cold ders a new top girl on row
Runnin ting running ting running ting everyting Oh u been told?!
Twisted shit lyk wen I gully
So let me carry on while u sit back and vomit
Some sit crooked like Wallis and Gromit
Cos u kno… u cant stop it
Some don’t like me like da homeless
Spitters of madonna’s story unpoorly
Lets keep writin surely u could ignore me
But then again if u saw me you’ll adore me (aww)
Cos im so cute and scrawny
Spit on a track and leave it so horny (hmm)
And who taught me? Nobody
I did it all by myself, u cant stop me!

Yo
[chorus]

It’s ok, it’s alright u, u can start making some noise now if u like, ya kno wat I mean right?
Im not gonna go completely off the rail ya no wat I mean?Ha fanku…
hypehypehype

Hey! [Whistle] alright now calm down please
Alright now a lil bit of shhh…

[chorus x2]

Here are the lyrics to Lady Sovereigns song, ‘Tango’, you can find the music video for this song here.

Once again yea make way for the …S.O.V

[verse 1:]
Bring out the bucket, bring out the cloth, bring out the liquid, bring out the lot, if not, lets roll her to a carwash
Now washin you will be like washin a goth all that black lipsticks round their gobs, how the fuk do we get it off i think this is gonna be a very hard job.
How did ya get a tan like that in winter ya ran off to boots n got a box of tinter…… dint ya!!
Seeeeee.. u still got orange fingers!!

[hook:]
Wot network are you on…..”orange”
Colour of your bathwater…..”orange”
I think your favourite fruit must be an orange
Bitch did you know your orange [x2]

Slap, bang you gotta fake tan bitch you look like the tango man bogebogebo do the tango bogebogebo do the tango [x2]

[verse 2:]
……”its the gone-wrong salon”…….
Your clothes keep wrippin like your the female incredible hulk,
you gotta broken bra, a broken top, a broken phone n a broken coat, youve bin wearin the the same jacket since you was in year 8 and it smells like you urinate on it bitch, that aint great.
You tried to be christina so ya died ya hair black, but really you looked like the vicar of dibley..”wot!”… on crack!
Now step back and just face the facts you dont like the fact i get facety on wax, anyways talkin about wax, look at your face, girl relax!!

[hook]

[verse 3:]
Why not flimmer on the window, saw as a pumpkin, when its approaching halloween, or on ya english breakfast place her next to the bacon she could be the beans, and you always know where shes been and you always know when shes had a pee, coz the toilet seat aint clean, the toilet seat has an orange sheen….”ching”….
Bring out the detergent, scrub that umpa lumpa its urgent, have you seen her face its disturbin, how much fake tan are ya squirtin errr its hertin ma eyes its startin to look like a sunrise and ya fake tans so “ming!!” you are attracting flies!

[hook:]
Wot network are you on…..”orange”
Colour of your bathwater…..”orange”
I think your favourite fruit must be an orange
Bitch did you know your orange [x2]

Slap, bang you gotta fake tan bitch you look like the tango man bogebogebo do the tango bogebogebo do the tango [x4]

[spoken:]
“You got tangoed!!! and you know the worst thing.. You done it yourself hahaha!!”

Here are the lyrics to Lady Sovereigns song, ‘My England’, you can find the music video for this song here.

It ain’t about tea and biscuits. I’m one of those English misfits.
I don’t drink tea I drink spirits, and I talk a lot of slang in my lyrics.
There goes a horse, horses for courses, nah more like corpses on corners,
and Staffordshire Bull Terriers and late night crawlers.
Police carry guns not truncheons, make your own assumptions.
London ain’t all crumpets and trumpers, it’s one big slum pit.

[Chorus:]
We ain’t all posh like the queen, we ain’t all squeaky clean,
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands int the air now everywhere,
We ain’t all squeaky clean, we ain’t all posh like the queen,
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everywhere,
This is the picture I painted my low down, this my London that I call my home town,
It’s where I’m living and this is my low down,
This is my England I’m letting you know now!

No I don’t watch the Antiques Roadshow, I’d rather listen to Run the Road.
And smoke someone’s fresh homegrown,
And not get bloated on a plate of scones,
Cricket, bowls, croquet, nah PS2 all the way, in an English coucil apartment,
We don’t all wear bowler hats and hire servants.
More like 24 hour surveillance and dog sh*t on the pavements

[Chorus]

Big up Oliver Twist, letting us know the nitty gritty of what London really is,
It ain’t all pretty, deal with the realness, it’s all gritty, deal with the realness.
Ohh the changing of the Queen’s guard, that’s nothing for me to come out of the house for,
Tra la la, I’d rather sit on my arse,
And have a glass of Chardonnay, nah,
We ain’t all Bridget Jones clones, who say pardon me
More like gwanin mate. You get me…