[Chorus: Pressure & Suffa]
It’s your round, if you’re hanging at the back of the bar
So just bounce like you’re banging in the back of your car
We turn it out, Hilltop; we’ve been down since
"Back in the days", I’m the clown prince
It’s your round, if you’re hanging at the back of the bar
So just bounce like you’re banging in the back of your car
We turn it out, Hilltop; we’ve been down since
"Back in the days when I was a teenager"
[Verse 1: Suffa]
First up on the dulcet tones of the Gravy Bone
Project, Suffa MC came to take you home
I drip lyrics like spit, spit lyrics like drips
Into arms I’ll lick your spirit with my miracle whip
Whip, 'cause what I’m hearing’s all [shit]
On the lyrical tip, nah, I ain't feeling you 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 wreak 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 laid the path so you got a way in
It’s Hilltop; we’re three stars like a Holiday Inn
It’s your round, if you’re hanging at the back of the bar
So just bounce like you’re banging in the back of your car
We turn it out, Hilltop; we’ve been down since
"Back in the days", I’m the clown prince
It’s your round, if you’re hanging at the back of the bar
So just bounce like you’re banging in the back of your car
We turn it out, Hilltop; we’ve been down since
"Back in the days when I was a teenager"
[Verse 1: Suffa]
First up on the dulcet tones of the Gravy Bone
Project, Suffa MC came to take you home
I drip lyrics like spit, spit lyrics like drips
Into arms I’ll lick your spirit with my miracle whip
Whip, 'cause what I’m hearing’s all [shit]
On the lyrical tip, nah, I ain't feeling you 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 wreak 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 laid the path so you got a way in
It’s Hilltop; we’re three stars like a Holiday Inn
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