Píseň: Suck Yourself

Interpret:
N-Dubz
Album:
Againts All Odds
When 
Instead of doin somethin good with my life 
I was out feelin untouchable, tryna rock grown men 
I dunno how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for keepin me outta pen 
If it wernt 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 wass 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 wernt 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 
Recognise 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 yaself, the real gee's ain't listenin! 
But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys 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 nii, 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 
Recognise 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 tracksuite 
Runnin round the streets where the gully is the black dudes 
Robbin Niggers bare faced 
I knew it wasnt 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 4 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!