For my in the front In the nosebleed
is for the heads that's loving the mix, My people in the all covered in spit, in the box, (oww) suffer to pitch (what?), Hilltop all up in this bitch.
And we the funk [leaders], punks you [beat us], We and pump [meters], we drunk you chumps [need us], So, jump [with us], in the front [if it's], (If it's your flavour) Your flavour come get drunk us] (woo).
This life turned out like I had planned... (Why not?) By now I had some [land], Some money in my [hand], round about grand, But I got nothing (nothing), I write on the bus, I keep suffering (suffering), the lines of the dust, You keep sniffing, shit is for the [punk hoes], This is for my bros (woo), my people in the front row.
You know, I looked around, the I'd know, I fell in love the people in the front row. You know, I looked around, the I'd know, I fell in love the people in the front row.
it out I got taste buds], I wanna hear that [bass I make love], I wanna hear some [lyrics I wake up], Write rhymes to [get me through a break Bitch!
Like my straight, [no chaser], Went through breaks, [no flavour], Till I found this one, made the], hook with the drum, [my savior],
This is the comeback, tongue that's sharp a thumbtack, It's so tight James is give my funk back!, One track, track, gave that residual Noise, man fuck that, we with the digital, Toys I'm the Apache, you're to match me, Throw your hands in the air you're hailing a taxi, And move to the funk flow, you stepping? Are you bro? is for my peeps and the freaks in the front row.
You know, I looked around, the I'd know, I fell in with the people in the front row. You know, I around, the faces I'd know, I fell in love with the people in the row.
don't complain if Suffa's in here, And you're in the front row, all in beer, And club owners don't say the place is wrecked it's fault (uh uh), If the roof is on it's an electrical fault (woo), Man I bet you all bolt, when I it [live] Like Friday night footy, in my [I can hide], I get live on the breaks son, [like one], Lads, if youre heading to the bar [your mates one], Ladies come chill, rock with me honey], I got like half a mill in money], There's no me honey, so you can [take my hand], We can lay on the beach and count of sand], Or a plane to Japan, and drink [saki with mafia], Fly to Libya for Bacardi with [Gadafi] A date, followed by a funk show (oww), We'll rip off (woo) our tops and jump around in the row.
You know, I around, the faces I'd know, I fell in with the people in the front row. You know, I looked around, the I'd know, I fell in love with the people in the row.
Put me here, and I'm all yours, Not for the money and not for the applause, no oh no no no
It's for the section.
You know, I around, the faces I'd know, I in love with the people in the front row. You know, I around, the faces I'd know, I in love with the people in the front row.