paroles de chanson Let’s Start Again - Grime Mix Feat. Bashy & Chipmunk - Blazin' Squad

Well, The Bash started with myself and Jose Canseco
Uh, we were matching forearms one day in the clubhouse
And, uh, we decided instead of giving a high five
We would bash our forearms together

Let's bash (Let's bash)
Let's bash (Let's bash)
Let's bash (Let's bash)
Let's bash on they ass
Let's bash (Let's bash)
Let's bash (Let's bash)
Let's bash (Let's bash)
Let's bash on they ass

Uh, just hit a three run ho-ho
But if you wanna high five that's a no-no
I'm heading home, all my homies at home plate
Are waiting on me, so I gotta do something great
And that's when the arms go up
Like we about to drink from a cup
'Cause we a bunch of buff dudes just flexing
Acknowledging our feats via human connection

Let's monster bash
Hit a tater out the stadi-er for monster cash
Hit a dinger through the fucking VIP suite glass
Break your fucking arm in half and then I sign the cast

Get well soon
Love, Jose
Sorry about your arm, Walt Weiss
It happens

When we in Kansas city we walk out in the parking lot
Then yell: Fuck the Royals
Start swinging and popping off
We beat up their fans 'til the cops say to knock it off
Down half a creatine shake and to top it off
The next day on the bus, got hit with the roid rage
But I played it off
Said I was irritated 'cause of my booty hole rash
No pain, no gain motherfucker

Let's bash (Let's bash)
Let's bash (Let's bash)
Let's bash (Let's bash)
Let's bash on they ass

I left my steroids in El Sobrante
Left my steroids in El Sobrante
Left my steroids in El Sobrante
I got to get 'em
I got-got to get 'em

I might be an Athletic but I'm built like a giant
And I'm wearing white socks like an angel that's flying
Met a blue jay that's fucking an oriole
You're royally screwed like a marlin
Exposed to the oil that a pirate or a mariner
Spilled out his tanker
That's a cardinal sin, padre
Yeah? Tell it to the ranger
You feel brave little cub-cub?
Try to sock me
But when I'm seeing red shit is gonna get rocky
I dodge your fist, beat your blood-red red socks soggy
Astrophysicist make you see stars promptly
I'm more hopped up then a brewer that's hyper
Sit Indian-style when I'm yankee on my tiger
I'm staring at a philly with some major league twins
If you didn't know by now, I'm naming baseball teams

Let's bash (Let's bash)
Let's monster bash
Round tripper make the pitcher feel like donkey ass
Hit a ding dong doodle with my bing bong bat
We smack a blast then we smash your bash