Clown Prince (instrumental) Songtext
von Hilltop Hoods
Clown Prince (instrumental) Songtext
Oi, P, it′s your round
Nah, it's your round
Oi, it′s your fucking round, man, I got the last fucking round!
Hey you still owe me five anyway, bro! You get the round!
Fuck, it's your round, dude
It's your round!
If ya hangin′ at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin′ in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days... I'm the clown prince!
It′s your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin′ in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager
Uh, first up, on the dolcet tones of the Gravy Bone project
Suffa MC came to take you home
I drip lyrics like spit, spit lyrics like drips
In the arms I'll lick your spirit with my miracle web, web
′Cause what I'm hearing's all shit on the lyrical tip
Nah, I ain′t feeling ya kid, we gave you
Something to jock, but it wasn′t no thing
Like Bobby, gave Whitney a rock but it wasn't no ring
(Thanks, Bobby!)
And I′ma keep at 'em, crossing my fingers that Eve
Says, keep Adam, I′m going down on Louise
And I'm a reek 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 lay the path so you got a way in
It′s Hilltop, the three stars at the holiday inn
It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin′ in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days... I′m the clown prince!
It's your round!
If ya hangin′ at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager
Next up, when I get loose and they fail
Appealing like, the naked truth and the truth is for sale
So when I leave ya
You′re fucking with my pride I don't see though
Typical MC
My nuts don′t match the size of my ego
I seize an opportunity, cause they don't linger
That glass ain't half empty it′s half full
That′s why I'm a table drinker
Think your on Pressure′s level?
Only thing tight, bro that you might show
Is dressed in several of your wife's clothes
An arrogant fucker
Damaging suckers masterfully, huh
If I married ya mother ya still wouldn′t be half of me
You should run from me
Fuck battling, ain't nothing sweet
′Cause I won't beat ya to the punch I'll punch ya to the beat
Don′t get offended by the rubbish that we pump in the street
My foots always in my mouth they just can′t stomach defeat
I'm a master these until it′s hard to breath
It's Hilltop we the first to come, last to leave
It′s your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin′ in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days... I'm the clown prince!
It's your round!
If ya hangin′ at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin′ in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager
Man I'm smooth like, Marlon Brando at thirty
At my peak like, Marlon Brando at fifty
And I′m fat like, Marlon Brando at seventy
Fuck 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 ain't half of what they think they are
We independent, a sign on the line
The day me giving you the finger is a sign of the times
Man the rhymes are designed to try diss us, but why diss us?
I had rewind to try to find disses, man
I just recline and mind my business, and
I′m thinkin' lines of rhymes of rhyme stitches
Of the mind of the lines of dimes and fine
I pen letters that kill (Hey, what the fuck?)
They stab ya neck with a feather until you′ve bled in my quill
This veteran's ill, thinking you can better my skill
You need medicine, chill, a Pressure vendetta's for real
It′s your round!
If ya hangin′ at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days... I′m the clown prince!
It's your round!
If ya hangin′ at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager
Nah, it's your round
Oi, it′s your fucking round, man, I got the last fucking round!
Hey you still owe me five anyway, bro! You get the round!
Fuck, it's your round, dude
It's your round!
If ya hangin′ at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin′ in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days... I'm the clown prince!
It′s your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin′ in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager
Uh, first up, on the dolcet tones of the Gravy Bone project
Suffa MC came to take you home
I drip lyrics like spit, spit lyrics like drips
In the arms I'll lick your spirit with my miracle web, web
′Cause what I'm hearing's all shit on the lyrical tip
Nah, I ain′t feeling ya kid, we gave you
Something to jock, but it wasn′t no thing
Like Bobby, gave Whitney a rock but it wasn't no ring
(Thanks, Bobby!)
And I′ma keep at 'em, crossing my fingers that Eve
Says, keep Adam, I′m going down on Louise
And I'm a reek 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 lay the path so you got a way in
It′s Hilltop, the three stars at the holiday inn
It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin′ in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days... I′m the clown prince!
It's your round!
If ya hangin′ at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager
Next up, when I get loose and they fail
Appealing like, the naked truth and the truth is for sale
So when I leave ya
You′re fucking with my pride I don't see though
Typical MC
My nuts don′t match the size of my ego
I seize an opportunity, cause they don't linger
That glass ain't half empty it′s half full
That′s why I'm a table drinker
Think your on Pressure′s level?
Only thing tight, bro that you might show
Is dressed in several of your wife's clothes
An arrogant fucker
Damaging suckers masterfully, huh
If I married ya mother ya still wouldn′t be half of me
You should run from me
Fuck battling, ain't nothing sweet
′Cause I won't beat ya to the punch I'll punch ya to the beat
Don′t get offended by the rubbish that we pump in the street
My foots always in my mouth they just can′t stomach defeat
I'm a master these until it′s hard to breath
It's Hilltop we the first to come, last to leave
It′s your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin′ in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days... I'm the clown prince!
It's your round!
If ya hangin′ at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin′ in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager
Man I'm smooth like, Marlon Brando at thirty
At my peak like, Marlon Brando at fifty
And I′m fat like, Marlon Brando at seventy
Fuck 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 ain't half of what they think they are
We independent, a sign on the line
The day me giving you the finger is a sign of the times
Man the rhymes are designed to try diss us, but why diss us?
I had rewind to try to find disses, man
I just recline and mind my business, and
I′m thinkin' lines of rhymes of rhyme stitches
Of the mind of the lines of dimes and fine
I pen letters that kill (Hey, what the fuck?)
They stab ya neck with a feather until you′ve bled in my quill
This veteran's ill, thinking you can better my skill
You need medicine, chill, a Pressure vendetta's for real
It′s your round!
If ya hangin′ at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days... I′m the clown prince!
It's your round!
If ya hangin′ at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager
Writer(s): Matthew Lambert, Barry Francis, Daniel Smith, Don Argott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
