paroles de chanson The Memo - Chill Bump

Eyo.
We came to rock the venue, then to swallow several shots of Jäger, followed by twenty Vodka/
Redbulls.
My
Liver's probably yellow.
Watch my body tremble like a pot of Jell-o: We party hard cause we don't wanna settle.
Holler, dog, if you've got pot to peddle.
All the skets know that my squad's got dinero and all the shawties call
Me "bello".
You're steaming like a warming kettle.
You're naughty, hot and horny, you're the devil.
Your bitch
Grabs my bone, I'm like "hottie hello!" She drags me back to her doggie kennel.
They call me "
Donatello" -
Underground - You got the memo?
I'm always below zero - You can't get on my level.
I'm what you call a rebel...
Do not resemble all you little twats popping metal.
What the hell's yo problemo?
You ain't hard or ghetto...
Hell
No...
Hardly fellow.
Your heart is frail yo and softer than Marshmallow.
Don't diss me: Perform a show, record a
Demo.
Don't bite me: I'll chop your head before you let go.
Wake the fuck up kid, sip a strong Ristretto, cause I'm
Building a future while you're tripping off your lego / LET'
S GO...
LET.
LET'
S GO!
Cause I'm building
A future while you're tripping off your lego.
LET'
S GO...
LET...
LET'
S GO!
Cause I'm building
A future while you're tripping, tripping, tripping, tripping... / Eyo...
We came to raise the roof up,
Make you boost up the bass and rape your woofer, abuse the fucking play button and blaze some buddha, get
Brutally wasted and wake the rooster...
Face the truth cuz': We're your favorite group's favorite group cause we
Smash more spots than adolescant face verrucas.
Fake producers and labels make snake manoeuvers and strange
Medusa-faces to seduce us, but their game is useless.
We stay killing crowds like crazy shooters.
We show the
Youth love cause they salute us.
Entertaining fools like Samy Davis Jr, haters boo us, lame losers flip us the bird,
We make their crew cuss.
Trolls type shit, thumb us down and break computers, until my blade removes their
Fingers like the great Yakuzas.
I take their grills and make 'em F.
U.
R.
Call me trait-remover, hanging twofaced
Rappers upside down like the traiter Judas / LET'
S GO...
LET.
LET'
S GO!
Cause I'm building a
Future while you're tripping off your lego.
LET'
S GO...
LET...
LET'
S GO!
Cause I'm building a
Future while you're tripping, tripping, tripping, tripping... / Just incase you missed the name well It's...
Mr.
Miscellaneous...
Bankal on the instrumental...
Chill Bump, bitch, you get the Memo...