N-Dubz, Chip - Suck Yourself lyrics

I'm likin' this one, yeah are you listenin'?
Duku yourself na na nai

Yo, I remember when we used
To shot crack in pairs
I had to clamp my spot
Under them Sainsbury's stairs (yeah)
Livin' on our pedal bikes
We didn't fuckin' care
We'd always roll up on the
Buses without payin' the fares (Na na)
If you're splashin' eight bills in a Z
(What?) and you ain't comin' back with
More than two bags motherfucker, that means
(That means)
You ain't got a hustlin' head (No)
So that means you'd probably do
Anythin' for a cheque (Pussy)
Who knows, talk to the feds about the rest
You can hush that beat (Beat)
'Cause there's never been snitches in my nest
Up to this day, I still get stop and searched
And I still give the wrong name and address
Yes (Yes)
Back then, I'd be out the house by ten
And if I were to come back
My mum would never know when
Instead of doin' somethin' good with my life
I was out feelin' untouchable
Tryna rock grown men (Bop)
I dunno how he's done it
But my lawyer is a G
For keepin' me outta pen' (Ha)
If it weren't for him and my pops
I'd be lookin' at a ten
We all used to shot food
But it was more about who was
The gulliest in the ends (yeah)
Shout out to Tinchy
I was smaller than my guns
Something's we wouldn't do and that
Was shot to man's mum
But, I would jam up at the crack house
All night long
Seein' man ODin' on the needle and
The needle and the bone
When the mornin' used to come
I’d smell mingin'
The weather was always fucked
My line never stopped ringin'
Cubba, white, brown pills
You can name me anythin'
There weren't nothin' we weren't slingin'
Look at me now, I'm singin'
And my little son's grinnin'
Mum's gotta skit's out when she sees
Her new yard and kitchen
The C needs coachin'
Put your album out the 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 copped no steel
Real recognise real, you know the deal
If you're 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 (yeah)
Respected by G's 'cause I never
Tried to be one (I be myself)
But, I've been around Dappy and money makers
It's football and music
We'll let the streets take us (No lie)
Uh, I never lie in my bars (Uh, uh)
Artist blow and make up a part (Stop lyin')
Uh, they start lyin' to the listeners
I tell em be yourself
The real G's ain't listenin'
But nowadays, everybody's bad
Everybody's got a strap on
And everybody bangs (That's real talk)
And I don't give a shit if you're grindin'
If your clothes look shit, you're a tramp
(Ha) i'm sick and tired of these YouTube G's
Gettin' pissed off because ya
Girl YouTubes me (YouTubes me)
I swear down, these niggas make me sick
(No lie) na na nai, and we throw up a C
Please, Mr munk's all good
You think my hair weren't cut the
Way I'm good in my hood? (It's all good)
I pass through like sho', they show love
It's an event whenever I shows up
The money, it goes up (yeah) , day by day
Invade, these pricks should never say my name
I came from a place where it's all or nothin'
(North)
So I'ma take war and leave the boys nothin'
Leave 'em boys scuffin'
(yeah) , fightin' over shit
Number two album, nigga, I'm the shit
(Check the charts)
Ayo, DA, look now we're winnin'
We use to be in the flats chillin'
Look at me, now I'm spittin'
Teeth still grinnin'
Pass through my hood, big gully
AR chain swingin'
Paid so I'm boastin', I can burn bread at one
Four corner ways

Suck yourself
(yeah) , you don't kill (You don't kill)
I can tell the way you
Talk about these fuckin'
Straps that you ain't never copped no steel
Real recognise real, you know the deal
(You know the deal)
If you're 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 yutes
Robbin' niggas bare-faced, I knew
It wasn't fair, mate
We'd lick a couple lappys
Then 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 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 copped no steel
Real recognise real
(Real recognise real, innit?)
You know the deal (I'm grateful)
If you're on this ting and
You ain't talkin' shit
I'ma see ya when you make a mill
When you make a mill

Fuck you