Clown Prince Restrung
Hilltop Hoods
Clown Prince Restrung 歌詞
Chorus
Its your round if youre hanging at the back of the bar,
So just bounce like youre banging in the back of your car,
We turn it out, Hilltop; weve been down since,
Back in the days, Im the clown prince.
Its your round, if youre hanging at the back of the bar,
So just bounce like youre banging in the back of your car,
We turn it out, Hilltop; weve been down since,
Back in the days when I was a teenager.
Verse 1 – Suffa
First up on the dulcet tones of the Gravy Bone Project,
Suffa MC came to take you home,
I drip lyrics like spit, spit lyrics like drips,
Into arms Ill lick your spirit with my miracle whip,
Whip, cos what Im hearings all **** on the lyrical tip,
Nah I aint feeling you kid, we gave you,
Something to jock, but it wasnt no thing,
Like Bobby gave Whitney a rock but it wasnt no ring,
And Im a keep at em, crossing my fingers that eve,
Says keep Adam, Im going down on Louise,
And Im a wreak havoc, little man with a big pen,
I got dirty habits like a nun in a pig pen,
Like Drinking, smoking, cursing, sucking
Titties, representing the city that I grew up in,
We laid the path so you got a way in,
Its Hilltop; were three stars like a Holiday Inn.
Chorus
Its your round if youre hanging at the back of the bar,
So just bounce like youre banging in the back of your car,
We turn it out , Hilltop; weve been down since,
Back in the days, Im theclown prince.
Its your round if youre hanging at the back of the bar,
So just bounce like youre banging in the back of your car,
We turn it out, Hilltop; weve been down since,
Back in the days when I was a teenager.
Verse 2 – Pressure
Next up, when I get loose with no fail,
Appealing like the naked truth and the truth is for sale,
So when I leave yo, youre ******* with my pride I dont see though,
Typical MC, my nuts dont match the size of my ego,
I seize an opportunity cos they dont linger,
The glass aint half empty its half full that why Im a table drinker,
Think youre on Pressures level? Only thing tight bro,
That you might show is dressed in several of your wifes clothes,
An arrogant ****** damaging suckers masterfully,
If I married your mother you still wouldnt be half of me,
You should run from me, **** battling aint nothing sweet,
Cos I wont beat you to the punch Ill punch you to the beat,
Dont get offended by the rubbish that we pump in the street,
My foots always in my mouth I just cant stomach defeat,
Im a master these until its hard to breathe,
Its Hilltop, were the first to come last to leave.
Chorus
Its your round if youre hanging at the back of the bar,
So just bounce like youre banging in the back of your car,
We turn it out, Hilltop; weve been down since,
Back in the days, Im the clown prince.
Its your round if youre hanging at theback of the bar,
So just bounce like youre banging in the back of your car,
We turn it out, Hilltop; weve been down since,
Back in the days when I was a teenager.
Verse 3 – Suffa and Pressure
Im smooth like Marlon Brando at thirty,
At my peak like Marlon Brando at fifty,
And Im fat like Marlon Brando at seventy,
**** it; no MC could ever better me (no one man),
And half the time half my crew could drink the bar,
And half these cats aint half of what they think they are,
We independent , Id sign on the line,
The day me giving you the finger is a sign of the times,
Their rhymes are designed to try diss us, but why diss us?
I dont rewind to try to find disses,
Man, I just recline and mind my business,
And I think in lines in rhymes, the rhyme stitches,
Up the minds of the lines of dimes and fine…
I pen letters that kill,
Then stab your neck with a feather until youve bled in my quill,
This veterans ill, thinking you can better my skill,
You need medicine chill a Pressure vendettas for real.
Chorus
Its your round if youre hanging at the back of the bar,
So just bounce like youre banging in the back of your car,
We turn it out, Hilltop; weve been down since,
Back in the days, Im the clown prince.
Its your round if youre hanging at the back of the bar,
So just bounce like youre banging in the back of your car,
We turn it out, Hilltop; weve been down since,
Back in the days when I was a teenager.