Hilltop Hoods - Clown PrinceLyrics

Oi P it's your round Na it's your round Oi it's your fucking round man I got the last fucking round! Hey you still owe me five anyway bro! You get the round! Fuck! It's your round dude. It's your round! If ya hangin' at the back of the bar So just bounce! Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car We turn it out! Hilltop we been down since Back in the days... I'm the clown prince! It's your round! If ya hangin' at the back of the bar So just bounce! Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car We turn it out! Hilltop we been down since Back in the days when I was a teenager First up, on the dolcet tones, Of the Craigieburn projects, Suffa MC came to take you home I drip lyrics like spits, spit lyrics like drips In the arms I'll lick ya spirit with my miracle web, web 'Cause what I'm hearing's all shed On the lyrical tip Na, I ain't feeling ya kid We gave ya, something to jock, But it wasn't no thing, like Bobby, Gave Whitney a rock but it wasn't no ring (Drinks Party) And I'm a keep at 'em, crossing my fingers as Eve Says, keep at 'em, I'm going down on Louise And I'm a reek 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 I grew up in We lay the path so you got a way in It's Hilltop, the three stars at the holiday inn. It's your round! If ya hangin' at the back of the bar So just bounce! Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car We turn it out! Hilltop we been down since Back in the days... I'm the clown prince! It's your round! If ya hangin' at the back of the bar So just bounce! Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car We turn it out! Hilltop we been down since Back in the days when I was a teenager Next up, when I get loose and they fail Open the lot, the naked truth and the truth is for sale So when I leave ya Ya fucking with my pride I don't see though Typical MC My nuts don't match the size of my ego I seize an opportunity, cause they don't linger That glass ain't half empty it's half full That's why I'm a table drinker Think your on Pressure's level? Only think type bro, betcha at my shows dressed in several of your wife's clothes An arrogant fucker Damage and suckas master fleet, huh, If I married ya mother ya still wouldn't be half of me You should run from me Fuck battaling, ain't nothing sweet, 'Cause I won't beat ya to the punch I'll punch ya to the beat Don't get offended by the rubbish that we pump in the street My foots always in my mouth they just can't stomach defeat I'm a master these until it's hard to breath It's Hilltop we the first to come, last to leave. It's your round! If ya hangin' at the back of the bar So just bounce! Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car We turn it out! Hilltop we been down since Back in the days... I'm the clown prince! It's your round! If ya hangin' at the back of the bar So just bounce! Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car We turn it out! Hilltop we been down since Back in the days when I was a teenager Man I'm smooth like, Marlon Brando at thirty At my peak like, Marlon Brando at fifty And I'm fat like, Marlon Brando at seventy Fuck it, no one sick can ever better me (no one man) And half the time half my crew could drink the bar, And half these cats and half of what they think they are We independent, a sign on the line The day me giving you the finger as a sign of the times Man the rhymes are designed to try this is but why this is I had rewind to try to find this is man, I just recline and mind my business, And I'm thinkin' lines of rhymes of rhyme stitches, Of the mind of the lines that's time for my... Ay! What the fuck! At ten when does the kill They stab ya neck with the finger until you've bled and my quill This veteren's ill, thinkin' you can better my skill Ya need medicine chill, with Pressure vendetta's for real. It's your round! If ya hangin' at the back of the bar So just bounce! Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car We turn it out! Hilltop we been down since Back in the days... I'm the clown prince! It's your round! If ya hangin' at the back of the bar So just bounce! Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car We turn it out! Hilltop we been down since Back in the days when I was a teenager