Paroles officielles de la chanson «Suck Yourself» : N Dubz

Paroles officielles de la chanson "Suck Yourself"

When instead of doin' somethin' good with my life
I was out feelin' untouchable, tryin' to rock grown men
I dunno how he's done it
But my lawyer is a gee for keepin' me outta pen
If it wer'nt for him and my paps, I'd be lookin' at a 10
We all used to shot food
But it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends
Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my guns
One thing we wouldnt do and that was shot a mans mum
But I was jammed up at the crack house, all night long
See man O'g'in' of the needle and the needle and the bone
One mornin' use to come and smell mingin'
The weather was always fucked my line never stopped blingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me anything
There was nothin' we wer'nt slingin'
Look at me now, I'm singin' at my little sons grinnin'
Mums gotta skits out when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The C needs coachin'
Put your'e album out, same day as us and we'll see who's roastin'
Suck yourself, you don't kill
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin' straps
That you ain't never had one still
So recognize real, you know the deal
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin' shit
I'ma see ya when you make a mill when you make a mill
When ya make a mill, I'ma see ya
Respected by gee's cos I never tried to be one
But I've been around Dappy and money makers
It's football and music, we'll let the streets take us
Uh, I never lie in my bars
Artist blow and make up a part
They start liein' to the listeners
I tell 'em be ya'self, the real gee's ain't listenin'
But nowadays everybody's bad
Everybody's gotta strap and everybody bangs
And I don't give a shit if ya grinded
If ya clothes look shit, your'e a tramp
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's
Gettin' pissed of because ya girl Youtubes me
I swear down these niggers make me sick
Na na ni, throw up a C
Please, Mr Munks all good
Ya think my hair wont cut the way I'm good in my hood
I pass through like sho' they show love
It's an event whenever I shows up
The money it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks should never say my name
I came, from a place where it's all on
So I'ma take war and lead the boys on
Lead the boys on yeah, fightin' over shit
Number 2 album, Nigger I'm the shit
Ey yo Da's look now were winnin'
We use to be in the flats chillin'
Look at me now spittin', teeth still grinnin'
Pass through my hood
Big gully A R keep swingin', paid so I'm boastin'
I can burn bread on 1 4 corner ways
Suck yourself, you don't kill
(You don't kill)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin' straps
That you ain't never had one still
So recognize real, you know the deal
(You know the deal)
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin' shit
I'ma see ya when you make a mill, when you make a mill
Yo, I was never ballin'
My trainers all had smiles on their faces they were talkin'
Always dressin' bummy in some oversized tracksuit
Runnin' round the streets where the gully is the black dudes
Robbin' Niggers bare faced, I knew it wasn't fair mate
We'd lick a couple lappys and we'd meet up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest thing that I believed in
Didn't think four years down the line, I'd still be breathin'
And I ain't leavin' so
Suck yourself
(Suck yourslef)
You don't kill
(You don't kill)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin' straps
That you ain't never had one still
So recognise real, you know the deal
(Ungrateful)
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin' shit
I'ma see ya when you make a mill, when you make a mill
Fuck it