Next Hype (Rave) Songtext
von Tempa T
Next Hype (Rave) Songtext
Yeah yeah yeah I′m still about (TEMPZ!!!)
Don't watch the hype (MAD! NEXT HYPE!)
This is for my fans dem you get me (NEXT HYPER TUNE!)
Mans still spittin its a ting you get me...
What kind of things that you have
When I find out don′t expect me to stop
I'll come for the P's that you stack
And come for all the food that blot
Better hand over the bag
Your boys don′t wanna see you shot
If I kick down the door to your flat
Dun Know I′ll clear out your house on the spot
(CLEAR!) All the things in your house
(CLEAR!) All the things in your fridge
(SMASH!) All your plates from your rack
(CLEAR!) All'a your kids′ toys
(CLEAR!) All'a your CD rack
Won′t get none of your CD's back
Drag off your curtain rail from the wall
Kick off your HDTV from the stand
Run up on stairs in to rooms
Flip the mattress and search for the cash
Make man look down the barrel of a mash
Its not worth your life just cough up the scratch
Its to late to lock up the latch
I can smell the crow just pull out the batch
I′m not here to cotch and relax
And drink your wine here just pull out the bags
I have to punch up guys
Guys try it with me I dont know why
Bax! Pax man straight in his eyes
They floored me I was looking at the sky
Par! Now I have to go blind
That boy there I swear he gonna die
You're not bad you're a mug don′t think you′re a guy
When I slap man you won't be alright
Catch man on the field flying his kite
Roll man down on the grass with a knife
*Rasclart what he says*
I can hear screams from his wife
Run after man let me draw for his life
Bloods pouring I got stains off the knife
Leave guys dead in the field over night
I′m sick when I dream I won't think of him twice(?)
What d′you know about the allstar pars
Don't wanna see man driving his car
Hide behind tints with the leng in the car
I jumped out the car put the leng to his heart
I said "get out the CAR!"
I said "this aint a PAR!"
I smashed the window dragged man out the car
(DRAPES!) Get out the car
If you dont get out the car
Don′t wanna see man shooting a star
You better not dare me now
I don't care if you got friends in your car
Light up your whip and all of your spars
Watch some of them roll out of the car
Run down the road im chasing them far
Why didnt they comply from the start
Tryna hype up on the mic
While I spray my bars on the mic
(SLAP!) Don't hype up on the mic
(KICK!) Now who here wants to fight
Strangle man with the microphone lead
Bax mans head with the side of the mic
Don't watch the hype (MAD! NEXT HYPE!)
This is for my fans dem you get me (NEXT HYPER TUNE!)
Mans still spittin its a ting you get me...
What kind of things that you have
When I find out don′t expect me to stop
I'll come for the P's that you stack
And come for all the food that blot
Better hand over the bag
Your boys don′t wanna see you shot
If I kick down the door to your flat
Dun Know I′ll clear out your house on the spot
(CLEAR!) All the things in your house
(CLEAR!) All the things in your fridge
(SMASH!) All your plates from your rack
(CLEAR!) All'a your kids′ toys
(CLEAR!) All'a your CD rack
Won′t get none of your CD's back
Drag off your curtain rail from the wall
Kick off your HDTV from the stand
Run up on stairs in to rooms
Flip the mattress and search for the cash
Make man look down the barrel of a mash
Its not worth your life just cough up the scratch
Its to late to lock up the latch
I can smell the crow just pull out the batch
I′m not here to cotch and relax
And drink your wine here just pull out the bags
I have to punch up guys
Guys try it with me I dont know why
Bax! Pax man straight in his eyes
They floored me I was looking at the sky
Par! Now I have to go blind
That boy there I swear he gonna die
You're not bad you're a mug don′t think you′re a guy
When I slap man you won't be alright
Catch man on the field flying his kite
Roll man down on the grass with a knife
*Rasclart what he says*
I can hear screams from his wife
Run after man let me draw for his life
Bloods pouring I got stains off the knife
Leave guys dead in the field over night
I′m sick when I dream I won't think of him twice(?)
What d′you know about the allstar pars
Don't wanna see man driving his car
Hide behind tints with the leng in the car
I jumped out the car put the leng to his heart
I said "get out the CAR!"
I said "this aint a PAR!"
I smashed the window dragged man out the car
(DRAPES!) Get out the car
If you dont get out the car
Don′t wanna see man shooting a star
You better not dare me now
I don't care if you got friends in your car
Light up your whip and all of your spars
Watch some of them roll out of the car
Run down the road im chasing them far
Why didnt they comply from the start
Tryna hype up on the mic
While I spray my bars on the mic
(SLAP!) Don't hype up on the mic
(KICK!) Now who here wants to fight
Strangle man with the microphone lead
Bax mans head with the side of the mic
Writer(s): Darq E Freaker, Tempa T Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
