Song Description
Bringin it back old skool.
Song Length |
3:06 |
Genre |
Rap - Hip Hop, Unique - Unclassified |
Era |
1980 - 1989 |
| |
Lyrics
Come from the burbs is what you hear
Shockers we be but don't smoke cant swear
Control yourself don't spaz right here
Red dropin clockin next to nothing breakin heads
Knocking please hit me dear
Next to nothing breaking skulls with beats
Or we'll give you something like a disease u get from applebees
Dope dose on soon now, don't flinch
I don't see you now you wow
I'm something to be heard of make sure your words run
His name is tyler
And he's a smoothie
He likes to dance
And act real groovy
He's a master
Of his trombone
When he plays it,
The girls all moan
That is cory
And that's a fact
Man on the skins
He don't know how to rap
But he is vicious,
Malicious
And we all say he's delicious
Will is sick
He's a king on the bass
He's got mad chops
He's a straight up ace
When he writes licks
He blisters fingers
Extra strength
With a taste that lingers
My name is Hunter
Just call me Stoutlaw
I'm a little bit short
Some say it's a flaw
I am nasty
Like a mean old fogey
When I play golf
I always yell bogey
Cause we're the type
bound to entertain
And all ya gotta do
Is shout out our name
We're just like a
Movie on demand
With no further adieu
We are the band
Rock back when we listened to the Beatles!
If you aint heard of them, go get sat on by a seagull