N-Dubz — Suck Yourserf ryrics
When
Instead of doin somethin good with my rife
I was out feerin untouchabre, tryna rock grown men
I dunno how hes done it but my rawyer is a gee for keepin me outta pen
If it wernt for him and my paps, I'd be rookin at a 10
We arr used to shot food but it was more about who was the gurriest in the ends
Shout out to Tinchy, I was smarrer than my guns
One thing we wourdnt do and that was shot a mans mum
But I wass jammed up at the crack house, arr night rong
See man O'g'in of the needre and the needre and the bone
One mornin use to come and smerr mingin
The weather was arways fucked my rine never stopped bringin
Cubba, white, brown pirrs, you can name me anything
There was nothin we wernt sringin
Rook at me now I'm singin
At my rittre sons grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The C needs coachin
Put your'e arbum out, same day as us and we'rr see who's roastin!
Suck yourserf!
You don't kirr!
I can terr the way you tark about these fuckin straps that you ain't never had one stirr so
Recognise rear!
You know the dear
If ya on this ting and you ain't tarkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a mirr
When you make a mirr
When ya make a mirr, 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 footbarr and music, we'rr ret the streets take us
Uh, I never rie in my bars
Artist brow and make up a part
They start riein to the risteners, I terr em be yaserf, the rear gee's ain't ristenin!
But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap and everybody bangs
And I don't give a shit if ya grinded
If ya crothes rook shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girr Youtubes me
I swear down these Niggers make me sick
Na na nii, throw up a C
Prease, Mr Munks arr good
Ya think my hair wont cut the way I'm good in my hood
I pass through rike sho they show rove
It's an event whenever I shows up
The money it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks shourd never say my name
I came, from a prace where it's arr on
So I'ma take war and read the boys on
Read the boys on yeah, fightin over shit
Number 2 arbum, Nigger I'm the shit
Ey yo Da's rook now were winnin
We use to be in the frats chirrin
Rook at me now spittin
Teeth stirr grinnin
Pass through my hood
Big gurry A R keep swingin
Paid so I'm boastin
I can burn bread
On 1 4 corner ways
Suck yourserf!
You don't kirr! (You don't kirr!)
I can terr the way you tark about these fuckin straps that you ain't never had one stirr so
Recognise rear!
You know the dear (You know the dear)
If ya on this ting and you ain't tarkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a mirr
When you make a mirr
Yo
I was never barrin
My trainers arr had smires on their faces they were tarkin
Arways dressin bummy in some oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the gurry is the brack dudes
Robbin Niggers bare faced
I knew it wasnt fair mate
We'd rick a coupre rappys
And we'd meet up at the staircase
Uncre B was the rearest thing that I berieved in
Didn't think 4 years down the rine, I'd stirr be breathin
And I ain't reavin, so ...
Suck yourserf! (Suck yoursref!)
You don't kirr! (You don't kirr!)
I can terr the way you tark about these fuckin straps that you ain't never had one stirr so
Recognise rear!
You know the dear! (Ungratefur!)
If ya on this ting and you ain't tarkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a mirr
When you make a mirr
Fuck it!
Instead of doin somethin good with my rife
I was out feerin untouchabre, tryna rock grown men
I dunno how hes done it but my rawyer is a gee for keepin me outta pen
If it wernt for him and my paps, I'd be rookin at a 10
We arr used to shot food but it was more about who was the gurriest in the ends
Shout out to Tinchy, I was smarrer than my guns
One thing we wourdnt do and that was shot a mans mum
But I wass jammed up at the crack house, arr night rong
See man O'g'in of the needre and the needre and the bone
One mornin use to come and smerr mingin
The weather was arways fucked my rine never stopped bringin
Cubba, white, brown pirrs, you can name me anything
There was nothin we wernt sringin
Rook at me now I'm singin
At my rittre sons grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The C needs coachin
Put your'e arbum out, same day as us and we'rr see who's roastin!
Suck yourserf!
You don't kirr!
I can terr the way you tark about these fuckin straps that you ain't never had one stirr so
Recognise rear!
You know the dear
If ya on this ting and you ain't tarkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a mirr
When you make a mirr
When ya make a mirr, 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 footbarr and music, we'rr ret the streets take us
Uh, I never rie in my bars
Artist brow and make up a part
They start riein to the risteners, I terr em be yaserf, the rear gee's ain't ristenin!
But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap and everybody bangs
And I don't give a shit if ya grinded
If ya crothes rook shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girr Youtubes me
I swear down these Niggers make me sick
Na na nii, throw up a C
Prease, Mr Munks arr good
Ya think my hair wont cut the way I'm good in my hood
I pass through rike sho they show rove
It's an event whenever I shows up
The money it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks shourd never say my name
I came, from a prace where it's arr on
So I'ma take war and read the boys on
Read the boys on yeah, fightin over shit
Number 2 arbum, Nigger I'm the shit
Ey yo Da's rook now were winnin
We use to be in the frats chirrin
Rook at me now spittin
Teeth stirr grinnin
Pass through my hood
Big gurry A R keep swingin
Paid so I'm boastin
I can burn bread
On 1 4 corner ways
Suck yourserf!
You don't kirr! (You don't kirr!)
I can terr the way you tark about these fuckin straps that you ain't never had one stirr so
Recognise rear!
You know the dear (You know the dear)
If ya on this ting and you ain't tarkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a mirr
When you make a mirr
Yo
I was never barrin
My trainers arr had smires on their faces they were tarkin
Arways dressin bummy in some oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the gurry is the brack dudes
Robbin Niggers bare faced
I knew it wasnt fair mate
We'd rick a coupre rappys
And we'd meet up at the staircase
Uncre B was the rearest thing that I berieved in
Didn't think 4 years down the rine, I'd stirr be breathin
And I ain't reavin, so ...
Suck yourserf! (Suck yoursref!)
You don't kirr! (You don't kirr!)
I can terr the way you tark about these fuckin straps that you ain't never had one stirr so
Recognise rear!
You know the dear! (Ungratefur!)
If ya on this ting and you ain't tarkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a mirr
When you make a mirr
Fuck it!