Get Loose

Bliss n Eso Hyjak bring it precise

We singing it nice fresher than a minger on ice

If yall're up in this bitch lets start breaking something

Aint this bumpin? Every fucking patron jumpin

And this came from nothin fuck radio airwaves

Shit to save I've got my hair shaved (well thats fair play.)

To all my troops get your boots stampin

You got me booze slammin I'm a loose cannon

I found my companion, IZM was so blind

Passed out on the shitter five minutes to showtime

You hoes fine? Well even if you're not fly

Cock eyed with a head that looks like a drop eye

Turn it clockwise on your volume meter

All you lads screamin out like you callin beaver

Wakin up all you sleepers

Shits so fucking loud like we bombin speakers

It goes

Grab your parner Dosey Doe

To the rhythm of the rhymer with the dopest flow

(Yee ha)

My crews sussin this bitch

(Aw yeah)

Let's get loose up in this bitch

[X2]

Are they ready for this? I don't think they are

We ain't weight lifters but still game to raise the bar

Face it we're basically state of the art

Delegate your danger its like demons playin the harp

You playing proud I'll take my mike and go the distance

Video eqiopment for christmas, now you think you can spit this?

We made our own path rollin, we rim spinning

We just stolen a ??

But you're me they're jealous we controllin our destiny

I'm the piece of the puzzle that been dipped in LSE

Fella you seein the RTI lightin weed

Why the fuck are you photo id'ing your photo id

Bad guy you need to point your finger at

Slap you in the face with a dick attached to a fucking cricket bat

Bring it back, rocking Sydney nightly

You the finest weed the .. west side to the sea like

Grab your parner Dosey Doe

To the rhythm of the rhymer with the dopest flow

(Yee ha)

My crews sussin this bitch

(Aw yeah)

Let's get loose up in this bitch

[X2]

To all my troops getin loose get your boots stampin

Where ya at? Aw yeah

To all my troops getin loose get your boots stampin

Where ya at? Aw yeah

Awww shit, another track I can bless

With psychadellic side effects got Hyjak in the tress

I'm chillin like I'm feeling bro rolling skunk

While Bliss is butt naked bloody bowling drunk

Man you know what's up that authentic shit

Less Bling Bling bro and more penmanship

And I'll send this shit to the moon and back

Then burn something backstage where my crew is at

See there's a couple of things that I've wanted all year

To live off this mike and be sponsored by beer

Since that won't happen imma show you a trick

How to piss and walk while you're smoking a spliff

And it's making them sick lower class blowin smoke

In the face of the rich while I spit his kids

Like takin the trip and imma tear these walls down

So buff tuff pricks can stare these balls down

Grab your parner Dosey Doe

To the rhythm of the rhymer with the dopest flow

(Yee ha)

My crews sussin this bitch

(Aw yeah)

Let's get loose up in this bitch

[X2]