DESCRIPTION:
N dubz Skit song, illustrated. Big up all the n dublets :) Enjoy.....

LYRICS

I feel like a slag
Been sober for too long, time to get tipsy,
Don't mean if I buy you a drink now come later you're gonna lips me,
Look girl dagger then dash it like a frisbee,
Ay sexy, lemme be, tell your boyfriend, wait, cheat,
I heard he mc's is that true, whats his name?
Fuck all these other funny guys there gassed,
I can make a killer album then dash,
Ba Barbados splash,
We can be together on a boat, mash,
Me and fifi make cash,
Sumtink them man never make, BRAP,
When I was 15 I was told to hold a strap
And if I wanna be a badman run into da gaffa!
Man said his CD was seert!
But when I put it on there was less lookin at the speakers like 1,2,3
My mum could rap better than that, (you're shit)
Everything about you, fake like Jordan, you been in the studio all your life,
And you still ain't come up with nothin' what are you recordin'?
Been to your show not even your dad was applauding,
Even the bouncer was snoring,
You see us man, we roll 10 man deep on the tour bus,
You ain't tight with your friends, they snake you, now your lifes boring,
Prick had a dream, about being a star, did a little video, rented a car,
Holding a cigar thinkin' jay-z or someones gonna come along and sign him.


Your a punk that rolls with 25 pricks, (PRICKS)
Makes a mistake, and end your life quick, (QUICK)
Keep sayin' your gonna come to my bits,
Cause' you kick wasteman and make dust like.. (IBRAHIMOVIC)
What!? nah fam, I don't give a shit,
Big man, still actin' like a little kid,
Yeh yeh yeh yeh,
It's not my fault your girls on my page more than your little dick, (yeah,yeah)
I'm going in more than a little bit,
Didn't wanna mention your name to the track but, aaaah,
Fuck you, you fat little shit (fat little shit),
I'm real, on mic I show skills, stop talking about gun, you don't kill,
You think you're so ill,
Been to over 20 meetings and you still aint got a deal
(got a deal, got a deal, got)
Your stalling, I make dough when your in the bed snoring,
four in the morning, hot breath yawning, you might not see me,
Can't prevent the world tourin',
I'm 19 and I'm exploring, I'm risin' up, your fallin'(down)
I'm scorchin', your boring, going forward, not back like foreskin,
Back then, I kick you off the see-saw,
Now you gimme it back now you roll with tha rebor,
You might be old, but I'm still rogile,
Young, but I still treat mine like an older,
You the type to say, I'm getting popcorn tonight,
And still hit the sat holding your boner,
Next day,
Chat crap to everyone, sayin' that you banged two holes you're a joker.


I'm an idol, straight, you're a fan like stan on the Eminem track with dido,
I remember when I had a runny nose tryna draw down girls at the lido,
Then I thought, wait, cant knock gotta break the door,
Nowdays, at an n-dubz roll psycho fans camp from the day before,
Girls love putting it on the plate, what you hatin' for?


I tell a girl you were linkin (linkin),
She said, course yo but my mans over der, wingeing,
She said; I'm on a blackberry hype, add me tonight,
Shh baby its a ping ting
Didn't know her man was an MC too,
I was like what, where, who?
Aaah that dickhead aint even had 4000 views on youtube.