For my in the front In the section
This is for the heads that's the mix, My people in the front all in spit, in the box, (oww) suffer to pitch (what?), Hilltop hoods all up in bitch.
And we the funk [leaders], you can't [beat us], We bump and pump [meters], we you chumps [need us], So, jump [with us], down in the [if it's], (If it's your flavour) Your flavour get drunk [with us] (woo).
This turned out nothing like I had planned... (Why not?) By now I should've had [land], money in my [hand], round about fifty grand, But I got nothing (nothing), I write on the bus, I keep (suffering), fuck the lines of the dust, You keep sniffing, that is for the [punk hoes], This shit is for my bros (woo), my in the front row.
You know, I around, the faces I'd know, I fell in love with the people in the row. You know, I around, the faces I'd know, I fell in love the people in the front row.
it out I got taste buds], I wanna hear [bass when I make love], I hear some [lyrics when I wake up], Write rhymes to [get me a break up]' Bitch!
Like my straight, [no chaser], Went fifty breaks, [no flavour], I found this one, [and made the], Bass hook the drum, [my savior],
This is the comeback, tongue sharp like a thumbtack, It's so James is saying give my funk back!, One track, eight track, gave residual Noise, man fuck that, we with the digital, I'm the Apache, you're failing to match me, Throw your hands in the air like you're 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 love with the people in the row. You know, I looked around, the I'd know, I fell in love with the in the front row.
People don't if Suffa's in here, And you're in the front row, all in beer, And club don't say the place is wrecked it's your fault (uh uh), If the roof is on fire it's an electrical (woo), Man I bet you all bolt, I bring it [live] Like night footy, in my hoody [I can hide], I get live on the breaks son, pace one], Lads, if youre heading to the bar grab mates one], Ladies chill, [come 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 and count [grains of sand], Or take a plane to Japan, and drink [saki 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 in the front row.
You know, I around, the faces I'd know, I fell in love with the in the front row. You know, I around, the faces I'd know, I fell in love with the in the front row.
Put me here, and I'm all yours, Not for the and it's not for the applause, no oh no no no
for the nosebleed section.
You know, I around, the faces I'd know, I fell in love with the in the front row. You know, I looked around, the I'd know, I in love with the people in the front row.