| Suck your, suck your, suck your, mum
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| Suck your mum, suck your mum
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| Yeah I said it, suck your mum
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| Suck your mother and dad
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| If you think niggas just love these cuffs and riots
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| A million footsteps to make it in, woah, oh, oh
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| It ain’t easy to just dry four hundred tears
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| Different whip, different chain, different bracelet
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| Different thing but we still take the same shit
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| Get your paper but you don’t get complacent
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| If we don’t hold each other down, we won’t make it
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| If we don’t…
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| That might be the hook I could retire after
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| Not like when Tyson sparks ya
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| Like twisted fire starter
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| I worship bars and I’ll die a martyr
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| I got my Nikes from Pardner
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| I had the snidest braders
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| The O. E was selling war, that shit to the grimiest dances
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| Eediat tell me 'bout grime interrupted
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| Like my stripes in sharpied
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| On my shoulder like I ain’t a soldier in this rarse ting, crarses
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| Left a boy alone, forget some pussy and some plantain
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| 'Cause of the sweet colour of our skin
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| They wan throw banana skins at John Barnsey’s
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| They tell us to go fuckin' back to our own country
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| But they won’t even give us back our own countries
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| Every entrance to a door
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| Has a footprint left by the ones that came before
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| Let’s talk about the day the wind was rushed up on the shore
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| They promised us so much and then they left us to be poor
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| Need superhero capes for the stuff our mum’s had to endure
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| Just heading to the store, no blacks, no Irish and no dogs
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| The system’s taking course and the most powerful are fraud
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| They trap us in estates, won’t even educate us boys
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| And wonder why we break the law
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| This ain’t for the culture, it’s for the connoisseur
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| This ain’t for the club, it’s for the mandem on the curb
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| They’re tryna take away our art, how we supposed to earn?
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| And express what’s in our heart, I beg you
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| Suck your mother and dad
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| Look, yep we here, we here
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| Landowner got keys here
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| Vroom vroom in MB’s here
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| Pure part to get cheap beer
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| Jerk man 'pon the streets ere
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| Fish fry and get steam ere
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| Rice with our gunga peas ere
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| Great grandkids are making G’s ere
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| We fly back to spend G’s there
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| Nuff rice so we’ll be rich ere
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| Then meet the queen but we kings ere
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| Got London turn up!
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| Bare man a wear gloves and collars
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| We bring light but darkness follows
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| So we cry then laugh tomorrow
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| Dry your puddles, mic in the basement
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| Had a voice then we parted with the station
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| No choice but to fly in the face of
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| Bias and hatred, grind 'til you wait in line for the pay checks
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| The might for the game is spiteful and heinous
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| But my generation, times are a changing
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| Die if I cave in, trying our patience
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| Lying so blatant trenchifyin' our places
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| But minds are awakening, tightening up laces
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| To fight in the AM
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| But at night, yeah we’re raving
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| At night, we’re raving
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| Ice on the brain ting
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| Selecta
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| Suck your mother and dad
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| If you think niggas just love these drugs and crime
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| A million footsteps to make it easy, woah, oh, oh
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| It ain’t easy to just dry four hundred tears
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| Different whip, different chain, different bracelet
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| In the field but we still take the same shit
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| Get your paper but you don’t get complacent
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| If we don’t hold each other down, we will make it
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| If we don’t hold each other down, we will make it
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| Different whip, different chain, different bracelet
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| In the field but we still take the same shit
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| If we don’t hold each other down, we will make it
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| If we don’t hold each other down, we will make it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song SYM , by - Kano. Song from the album Hoodies All Summer, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп