ฟังเพลงOOFT (Ponda Baba) (Explicit)

OOFT(Ponda Baba) (Explicit) - Hilltop Hoods

Lyrics by：Matthew Lambert/Daniel Smith/Barry Francis/Daniel Rankine

Composed by：Matthew Lambert/Daniel Smith/Barry Francis/Daniel Rankine

Yeah I know who I am and where I stand

I am just a grain of sand getting washed from god's hand

I am nothing but a lamb at the great expanse

An ape staring into space so d**n insignificant

Primal on the vinyl I'm cro-magnificent

Title after title 'cause I'm programmed different

Dictate a flow that toe tags dissidents

No my man we don't go ham listen in

We could Jon Hamm with the double m triple threat

Nice state isn't it

No workaholics over logic and

Work the program like an alcoholic man

Anybody f**kin' with P I'll beat ya lights out

Beatin' Larry Holmes outta lovely Suffa MC

Tell me now who would wanna suffer

When the notes on ya chin like Ponda Baba na-uh

Listen I don't want to fall through the cracks

Like some cigarette ash from Scott Storch's keyboard

So let me bring it back to these cracks

Where we snack on these hats

That's what you all know me for ooft

Ooft

You'll get bodied in the Booth

I'm not worried 'bout a

Thing that you might say

It goes

Ooft

God or money with the truth

La-di-da-da-di-di-da-di-day

It's just the way of man staring up into the great expanse

We've been making plans howling

At the moon until the day advance

Takin' out the trash get 'em put ya place

I keep one foot upon your throat

The other foot in the grave

So kill my vibe steal a ride can't be strippin' the essence

I've hit my stride signified 'bout the vicious intentions

Still they try to vilify and kill the progression

Like a stripper inside a gift

I'm tryna live in the present Ooft

We fight the madness we know

So sad you battle in my shadow when

I'll survive the battles of both

Dagger and cloak bro I hope you die from gagging on smoke

That's why I'm pissin' on the fire you've been fannin' for hope

Sometimes I stop and wonder we're conjurin' something what was others

They ain't gonna love it just to love ya like Donna Summers

We're conquerors brother just drop the gun and don't be so reckless

Put down your arms like Ponda Baba

Ooft you'll get bodied in the Booth

I'm not worried 'bout a

Thing that you might say

It goes Ooft

God or money with the truth

La-di-da-da-di-di-da-di-day

Ooft you'll get bodied in the Booth

I'm not worried 'bout a

Thing that you might say

It goes Ooft

God or money with the truth

La-di-da-da-di-di-da-di-day

Man drop it

Ooft ooft ooft ooft

Ooft ooft ooft ooft

This is the beginning

Allow me to show you something

Now we burned every track

Ooft

Watch out

Work on a different idea

Ooft

Drop that drop it

Allow me to show you something

Ooft

Watch out

Alright