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Na Na

Album cover art for "Na Na" by N-Dubz

N-Dubz - Rap, UK Rap

Na Na

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Duration: 1:58

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November 13, 2009.

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[Intro: Dappy & Tulisa] Na na, na na nai, nai Na na, na na nai, nai Yes, it is Oh-oh, oh-oh Nai, nai Na na, na na nai, nai Na na, na na nai, nai Yes, it is Nai, nai Oh-oh, oh-oh [Verse 1: Dappy & Tulisa] Yo, I am a rapper slash and singer-songwriter From when I was a young guy, even up to this day Man are tryna drag me under (Nai) What a bumba, you know that you can find me, I never change my number (Look) I don't mind if these private callers Wanna carry on blingin' off my line, I'm happy to remind Them that if their gyal was to see me on their ones They would wanna bad me up or give me the shines (Nai, nai) I'm a dapper X white gold chain ripper, crack pusher, man, if need be Last man to put his hands on my chain found himself in a — scarred, all greazy (Nai) Nananizle, northeast, southwest, whole of the country (Nai) I'm kinda famous, thanks popsy (Nai) You want food? Stay around Dubzy C's got the leng ting, trust me (Nai, nai) [Chorus: Dappy & Tulisa] Bun your cheap talk (Bop, bop) What do you think I am? See me, me, me, I'm on a mad ting, you don't understand Never will I sing-sing to the feds like couple man I know (Snitch) Know (Plonker), know (Fool) Yo, if you're stackin' up P and you ain't on frontin' Then you have the right to represent London Know me? Na na, na na nai, nai Na na, na na nai, nai If you've got your own whip and you're earnin' paper Then you have the right to be a heartbreaker Know me? Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh [Verse 2: Wiley & Dappy] Yo, Eskiboy I'm a winner, producer, artist, MC killer Every time I go to pick a mic up, frighteners I'm with the true riders, real top billers If you listen to my new album, there's no fillers Got an N-Dubz beat, cold chiller Mum said, "Stay away from the gold diggers" But I ain't gonna lie, I like sharin', and she like starin' And none of us are carin', sex after dinner I'm a wheeler dealer, X brown and white T-shirts Nike tracksuit with the black Fila I didn't ever wanna follow others, I'm a leader Said I was a fool, but I am a book reader Catch a couple haters, call me a cheater Got a couple of fans and now I don't need ya (Nai) It's only right I'm wearin' my Rolex Hello, standard procedure [Chorus: Dappy, Tulisa, Dappy & Tulisa, Fazer] Bun your cheap talk (Bop, bop) What do you think I am? See me, me, me, I'm on a mad ting, you don't understand Never will I sing-sing to the feds like couple man I know (You're a snitch) Know (Always there), know (Look at yourself) Yo, if you're stackin' up P and you ain't on frontin' Then you have the right to represent London Know me? Na na, na na nai, nai Na na, na na nai, nai If you've got your own whip and you're earnin' paper Then you have the right to be a heartbreaker Know me? (F-E, take it) Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh (Tell 'em, boy) [Verse 3: Fazer, Dappy & Tulisa] Wait 'til you see what I end up with (Mills) Momma didn't raise no dumb kid Came from the dirt and nickin' man's Merc But now I'm in a Beemer, one series turbs (Real) Money, money makes the world go 'round The same way the money makes the girls go down (Ha) Blatantly killin' them (What?) No more payin' man a hundred pound Straight ten grand minimum (Yo) My car, my house, my bills (Yeah) These bitches know the deal (Tell em, T) 'Cause they're all paid by me (Oh) I got my own money and I (Oh) Ain't lookin' for no footballers So if you wanna bring it to me (Uh) Let's take it back, I will defeat you [Chorus: Dappy, Tulisa, Dappy & Tulisa, Fazer] Bun your cheap talk (Bop, bop) What do you think I am? See me, me, me, I'm on a mad ting, you don't understand Never will I sing-sing to the feds like couple man I know (Snitch) Know (Plonker), know (Fool) Yo, if you're stackin' up P and you ain't on frontin' Then you have the right to represent London Know me? Na na, na na nai, nai Na na, na na nai, nai If you've got your own whip and you're earnin' paper Then you have the right to be a heartbreaker Know me? Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh [Outro: Dappy & Tulisa] Na na, na na nai, nai Na na, na na nai, nai (Ha, ha) Yes, it is (Yeah, N-Dubz, why I do this for the long ting) Na na, na na nai, nai Na na, na na nai, nai Yes, it is Nai, nai Oh-oh, oh-oh Nai, nai

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Credits

Writers
  • Mazer
  • Wiley
  • Fazer
  • Tulisa
  • Dappy