Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Over the Top , by - Skepta. Song from the album Microphone Champion, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.05.2009
Record label: Skepta
Song language: English
Over the Top |
| All my old school teachers wanna beg friend with Joseph |
| I get dough, bread, Hovis |
| Me and my paper stick together |
| Like Sticha and Otis |
| Girl Better Know, Boy Better Know this |
| Bought an R6, got chased by the boy dem and got shift |
| Then I got a fine and 6 month driving ban so I sold it |
| I’m on the Tottenham team like Lennon |
| Meridian Walk, N-1−7 |
| Your mandem turned bad in '07 |
| Wait, can you smell that? |
| What’s that, cheese or lemon? |
| Wrap that up like a Christmas present |
| Pablo, pass me the ting |
| I’ll shoot from anywhere like David Beckham |
| You must be smoking the rocks |
| I’ll open you up |
| When I’m holding the Glock |
| I’ll take it over the top |
| You must be smoking the rocks |
| I’ll open you up |
| When I’m holding the Glock |
| I’ll take it over the top |
| I make paper |
| Diss me, I’ll put your face in the paper |
| Ask Skeps, ask Hater |
| They’ll tell you «Bossman, he’s a baider» |
| I carry more weight than a waiter |
| In my hooded Stone Island blazer |
| Don’t tell me about skeng |
| 'Cause on my gun, I carry laser |
| I’m hard when I spray |
| These man couldn’t live half what I say |
| If I showed you what the skeng done to his head |
| The judge would’ve gave me life that day |
| Can’t stop now, it’s too late |
| I’m infamous, face is bait |
| Hold tight Junior, shout out Drake |
| One gunshot, Meridian estate |
| You must be smoking the rocks |
| I’ll open you up |
| When I’m holding the Glock |
| I’ll take it over the top |
| You must be smoking the rocks |
| I’ll open you up |
| When I’m holding the Glock |
| I’ll take it over the top |
| Back to the jungle, back to my roots |
| Tell Pablo strap up the zoots |
| Call up the soldiers, bring out the troops |
| Just like Stryder, tings in boots |
| Man all a handstand, jump through hoops |
| I don’t wanna hear about abandon group |
| 18 shots that will take off roots |
| Hold tight the olders, big up the youts |
| Can’t ask me why I look vexed |
| It’s not Wretch, it’s not Ghetts |
| It’s not Jay-Z or DMX |
| Spray up the place and ask who’s next |
| Send for your armour, put on your vest |
| That don’t matter, I will step in your chest |
| 18 shots leave a man in a mess |
| H corporation, you know the rest |
| You must be smoking the rocks |
| I’ll open you up |
| When I’m holding the Glock |
| I’ll take it over the top |
| You must be smoking the rocks |
| I’ll open you up |
| When I’m holding the Glock |
| I’ll take it over the top |
| You must be smoking the rocks |
| I’ll open you up |
| When I’m holding the Glock |
| I’ll take it over the top |
| You must be smoking the rocks |
| I’ll open you up |
| When I’m holding the Glock |
| I’ll take it over the top |