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Song Info
Genre
Peak in subgenre #294
Author
X Konn/Shadowville
Rights
Matthew Scott, 2008
Uploaded
October 25, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 4:22
Lyrics
(Intro)
See the front ta back
See the side ta side
You can see it, feel it, s-s-see it
See the front to back
See the side ta side
You can see it, feel it, s-s-see it
(Chorus)
Now spark ya lighters in the air, get this shit popping//
You wanna see the booty bouncing get it dropping//
You wanna see them titties naked, now get it popping//
Spark ya lighters up, and get this shit popping//
Now get it popping, get it popping, shut down the club//
Now get it dropping, get it dropping, shut down the club//
Now get your titties popping get your booty dropping//
Now get your titties popping get your booty dropping//
(Verse)
Club bangers aren’t the same since I came back//
It used to be, who could lie about a May Bach//
The Mitsubishi Evo and the Subaru Impreza//
But now the bars are subzero, simply to impress her//
No pressure, but I gotta get ma game vertical//
Can’t come back, and not hit the track with vertigo//
No other words are coming anywhere past me//
That’s the same as me brining up the past beef//
I’m on my pedestal, comfy on my high horse//
Video game lifestyle, because I’m setting high scores//
I got, nothing to lose, nothing to gain//
So I can just scream on a track, for radio play//
Anything I cut, is sicker than most anything else//
Because everything I cut, gets a detour through Hell//
So when it comes out, hot like the Devil said it//
Til the sky falls, I’ll be making up predicates//
(Chorus)
Now spark ya lighters in the air, get this shit popping//
You wanna see the booty bouncing get it dropping//
You wanna see them titties naked, now get it popping//
Spark ya lighters up, and get this shit popping//
Now get it popping, get it popping, shut down the club//
Now get it dropping, get it dropping, shut down the club//
Now get your titties popping get your booty dropping//
Now get your titties popping get your booty dropping//
(Verse)
Not that it matters, but I’m coming up twenty now//
Time to take responsibility, keep my strong arm steady now//
Nothing like freedom of expression to set the tone//
But watch me get arrested, for setting a new tone//
Forget where I left you, this is new days//
Fresh in my head, no swilled purple haze//
But I’m drinking from a chalice, balanced//
Like a check book, before it gets to bouncing//
I’m racking up casualties, oh so casually//
The sickest arithmetic and the definition of causality//
Sick like an asthmatic, breathe, 2… 3//
Release your inner demons, relapse on weed//
If I get clinical, I get grimy as the next guy//
That’s why I’m seeing death through my Left Eye//
I never liked living anyway, that’s why I smoke//
Drink, and swim underwater til I damn well choke//
(Chorus)
Now spark ya lighters in the air, get this shit popping//
You wanna see the booty bouncing get it dropping//
You wanna see them titties naked, now get it popping//
Spark ya lighters up, and get this shit popping//
Now get it popping, get it popping, shut down the club//
Now get it dropping, get it dropping, shut down the club//
Now get your titties popping get your booty dropping//
Now get your titties popping get your booty dropping//
(Verse)
Never have we heard words this demented//
Never have we expected to be so poorly represented//
With the stock crashing, petrol costing to much//
You’d be excused for not giving two fucks//
I’m to slick for that though, insured like geako//
Musical bliss and destruction separated by a tight rope//
See, me and my people, we segregated//
Because we dominate, without imitating//
See I’m the mainstream dream, by that’s ruined//
By me opening my mouth, and just screwing//
Up every bar I write, with a curse word in it//
I just help make life look its grimmest//
From the ‘burbs, to the rural homes//
My shits fantastic, like blue collar stones//
I’m happy go lucky, I might die one day//
But you can’t ever kill any of the shit that I say//
(Chorus)
Now spark ya l
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