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Get Loose (Feat. Hyjak)Bliss n Eso Hyjak bring it preciseWe singing it nice fresher than a minger on ice If yall're up in this bitch lets start breaking something Aint this bumpin? Every fucking patron jumpin And this came from nothin fuck radio airwaves Shit to save I've got my hair shaved (well thats fair play.) To all my troops get your boots stampin You got me booze slammin I'm a loose cannon I found my companion, IZM was so blind Passed out on the shitter five minutes to showtime You hoes fine? Well even if you're not fly Cock eyed with a head that looks like a drop eye Turn it clockwise on your volume meter All you lads screamin out like you callin beaver Wakin up all you sleepers Shits so fucking loud like we bombin speakers It goes Grab your parner Dosey Doe To the rhythm of the rhymer with the dopest flow (Yee ha) My crews sussin this bitch (Aw yeah) Let's get loose up in this bitch [X2] Are they ready for this? I don't think they are We ain't weight lifters but still game to raise the bar Face it we're basically state of the art Delegate your danger its like demons playin the harp You playing proud I'll take my mike and go the distance Video eqiopment for christmas, now you think you can spit this? We made our own path rollin, we rim spinning We just stolen a ?? But you're me they're jealous we controllin our destiny I'm the piece of the puzzle that been dipped in LSE Fella you seein the RTI lightin weed Why the fuck are you photo id'ing your photo id Bad guy you need to point your finger at Slap you in the face with a dick attached to a fucking cricket bat Bring it back, rocking Sydney nightly You the finest weed the .. west side to the sea like Grab your parner Dosey Doe To the rhythm of the rhymer with the dopest flow (Yee ha) My crews sussin this bitch (Aw yeah) Let's get loose up in this bitch [X2] To all my troops getin loose get your boots stampin Where ya at? Aw yeah To all my troops getin loose get your boots stampin Where ya at? Aw yeah Awww shit, another track I can bless With psychadellic side effects got Hyjak in the tress I'm chillin like I'm feeling bro rolling skunk While Bliss is butt naked bloody bowling drunk Man you know what's up that authentic shit Less Bling Bling bro and more penmanship And I'll send this shit to the moon and back Then burn something backstage where my crew is at See there's a couple of things that I've wanted all year To live off this mike and be sponsored by beer Since that won't happen imma show you a trick How to piss and walk while you're smoking a spliff And it's making them sick lower class blowin smoke In the face of the rich while I spit his kids Like takin the trip and imma tear these walls down So buff tuff pricks can stare these balls down Grab your parner Dosey Doe To the rhythm of the rhymer with the dopest flow (Yee ha) My crews sussin this bitch (Aw yeah) Let's get loose up in this bitch [X2] |