Lyrics
Intro:
You wanna get hype, get hype right, huh?
You wanna get hype, get hype right, huh?
You wanna get hype, get hype right, huh?
You wanna get hype, get hype right, huh?
chant:
This is for the movers,
this is for the shakers,
this is for the takes,
and this is for the breakers,
this is for the smokers,
this is for the jokers,
this is for the toker,
and the power brokers...
Beowolf:
This is for the ones with the guns,and the ones with the funds,
this is for the thoroughbreds,into bumpin' they gums,
come over here chocolate cream,take yo ass out them jeans,
and lets sit poolside,
rub some cocoabutta on that buttaricans backside,
while she sippin' margaritas, now thats living!
dallas style, southern style, worldwide let em know,
this is big time, this is how we roll,
club thumpin', ladies jumpin', titties bumpin',
bow down to the south, cottom mouth
spit venom, rable rouse, burnin' down tha house,
for real, glass filled to the tippy top,
non-stop pop and lock and we never spill a fuckin' drop.
chorus 1:
Ladies, drop it down low,
fellas, pass the hydro,
my people, in the back go,
gimme gimme...gimme some mo'.
Ladies, drop it down low,
fellas, pass the hydro,
my people, in the front go,
gimme gimme...gimme some mo'.
mike skillz:
we just some texas lotions, here to moist your emotions,
with a vibe prescribed called get hype potions,
just like tides in oceans we coast corrosion,
jekyll and hyde tonight, with bright light notions,
got the good time omens, expect nights golden,
five dimes a nights what mike skillz smoking,
got my mind in motion, brainwave convulsions,
connect, collide, commence commotion man,
now listen to my sound through your string and a can,
and bang a pan in the summer and clap your hands,
when my hot drop hits, its like power locked fists,
left hooks explode in a bloody nose mist,
sprinting dallie steel toe with my boots on pavement,
mic throttle full bore v-twin verse arrangement,
time to down shift, hit the switch, release nitrous,
plugs fire, smoke tires, out run any crisis.
chorus 2:
gimme mo', mo smoke cuz we love the fire,
gimme mo', mo ladies in they nice attire,
gimme mo', mo bounce is the clubs desire,
gimme mo', mo bass from the amplifiers...
gimme mo', mo smoke cuz we love the fire,
gimme mo', mo ladies in they nice attire,
gimme mo', mo bounce is the clubs desire,
gimme mo', mo bass from the amplifiers...
Beowolf:
its beowolf the monumental, mr. intercontinental,
kicking wicked instrumentals,
so fundamental how i break it on down,
bare essentials to move the crowd,
from the soul poured the foundation,
first to break ground,
with the d.a. double l. a. s. hip hop sound,
now they call it boom town,
so put down your gatz, and let your hands clap,
to this UH, BOOM, BAP...
with 14" rims on my '84 benz,
ya'lls might win but mine still spin,
right over Kim from the gym, pouring gin in this tin, and now that slow chicken, finally lookin mo slim,
see i play to win, magnify the split endz
like a drop in the eye, you need a telescopic lens,
to see my head in the sky,
flows we keep lettin' em fly
and with these ill lit jointz we be gettin' you high.
repeat chorus 1
repeat chorus 2
