Ratchet Songtext
von Bloc Party
Ratchet Songtext
Who got the beat this time?
Who gonna beat me down?
Tell it! Tell it!
Who got the beat this time?
Keep it hundred,
Whatcha gonna show me fam′?
Whatcha gonna show me bro?
That ain't me though,
You wanna word with me?
You wanna tell me some?
And tell your bitch to get off my shit,
Smoking on that homegrown,
You know that I keep it on point,
(Yeah) I could′ve came out tonight,
With a flex, and float, and you know it might,
When I get fucked up,
When I get half-cut,
Gonna make them plain get rowdy,
Hey-yeah,
Make a scene, make it real, make 'em feel,
Hey-yey-yey-yeah,
Make it loud, make 'em proud, make it count,
We go, go ratchet,
We go, you better watch yourself,
We go, go ratchet,
We go, you better watch,
I′m-ma let you have your say,
But I ain′t let you have your way,
I'm-ma, see, I′m-ma,
I'm-ma let you have your say,
But...
Like it, like it or don′t,
Sit in a club on this street we own,
Sit in a two shots and a world of pain,
Two shots, and a,
And tell your dudes that we get rude,
Smoking sour diesel,
You know that that shit be so bad,
Just give me a rhythm and I'll slap it on the horn,
Kissing your teeth and I break some bones,
Rocking your world and then I jack your phone,
And I told them, I said,
Hey-yeah,
Make a scene, make it real, make ′em feel,
Hey-yey-yey-yeah,
Make it loud, make 'em proud, make it count,
Hey-yeah,
Make a scene, make it real, make 'em feel,
Hey-yey-yey-yeah,
Make it loud, make ′em proud, make it count!
Just make it count!
Just make it count!
Just make it count!
Just make it count!
And get ratchet!
Hey-yeah,
Make a scene, make it real, make ′em feel,
Hey-yey-yey-yeah,
Make it loud, make 'em proud, make it count,
Hey-yeah,
Make a scene, make it real, make ′em feel,
Hey-yey-yey-yeah,
Make it loud, make 'em proud, make it count!
And get ratchet!
Who gonna beat me down?
Tell it! Tell it!
Who got the beat this time?
Keep it hundred,
Whatcha gonna show me fam′?
Whatcha gonna show me bro?
That ain't me though,
You wanna word with me?
You wanna tell me some?
And tell your bitch to get off my shit,
Smoking on that homegrown,
You know that I keep it on point,
(Yeah) I could′ve came out tonight,
With a flex, and float, and you know it might,
When I get fucked up,
When I get half-cut,
Gonna make them plain get rowdy,
Hey-yeah,
Make a scene, make it real, make 'em feel,
Hey-yey-yey-yeah,
Make it loud, make 'em proud, make it count,
We go, go ratchet,
We go, you better watch yourself,
We go, go ratchet,
We go, you better watch,
I′m-ma let you have your say,
But I ain′t let you have your way,
I'm-ma, see, I′m-ma,
I'm-ma let you have your say,
But...
Like it, like it or don′t,
Sit in a club on this street we own,
Sit in a two shots and a world of pain,
Two shots, and a,
And tell your dudes that we get rude,
Smoking sour diesel,
You know that that shit be so bad,
Just give me a rhythm and I'll slap it on the horn,
Kissing your teeth and I break some bones,
Rocking your world and then I jack your phone,
And I told them, I said,
Hey-yeah,
Make a scene, make it real, make ′em feel,
Hey-yey-yey-yeah,
Make it loud, make 'em proud, make it count,
Hey-yeah,
Make a scene, make it real, make 'em feel,
Hey-yey-yey-yeah,
Make it loud, make ′em proud, make it count!
Just make it count!
Just make it count!
Just make it count!
Just make it count!
And get ratchet!
Hey-yeah,
Make a scene, make it real, make ′em feel,
Hey-yey-yey-yeah,
Make it loud, make 'em proud, make it count,
Hey-yeah,
Make a scene, make it real, make ′em feel,
Hey-yey-yey-yeah,
Make it loud, make 'em proud, make it count!
And get ratchet!
Writer(s): Russell Lissack, Gordon Moakes, Kele Okereke, Matt Tong Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com