Hilltop Hoods The Nosebleed Section 2003 Remix Lyrics

Thank you, thank you.

As we proceed, to give you what you need.

We're the funk leaders, punks you can't beat us,
We b__p and pump meters, we drunk you chumps need us,
So jump with us, down in the front entrance (if it's your flavour),
Your flavour, come get drunk with us,(wooooo!)
This life turned out nothing like
I had planned, (why not?)
By now I should've had some land,
Some money in my hand, round about fifty grand,
But I got nothing (nothin), I write rhymes on the bus,
I keep suffering (sufferin); f___ the lines of the dust,
You keep sniffing, that s___ is for the boong (wooaah!,
This s___ is for my bros, my people in the front row.

You know I looked around, for faces I'd know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row,
(ho how)
x2

I got hip-hop taste buds,
I wanna hear that bass when I make love,
Write rhymes to get me through a break up, b____!
Rather whisky straight, no chaser,
Went through fifty breaks, no flavour,
Till I found this one, and made the,
Bass loop with the drum, my saviour,
This is the comeback, tongue that's sharp like a thumbtack,
It's so tight James is saying give my funk back,
One track, eight track, a-dat, residual
Noise, band funk that we claim with the digital,
Toys I'm the Apache, you're failing to match me,
Throw your hands in the air like you're hailing a taxi,
And move to the funk flow, you stepping? Are you drunk bro?
This is for my peeps and the freaks in the front row.

You know I looked around, for faces I'd know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row,
(ho how)
x2

People don't complain if Suffa's in here,
And you're in the front row, all covered in beer,
And club owners don't say 'the place is wrecked it's your fault',(uh huh)
If the roof is on fire it's an electrical fault,
Man I bet you all bolt, when I bring it live
Like Friday night footy, in my hoody acting hard I,
Gets live on the breaks son, like pace one,
Lads, if you're heading to the bar grab your mates one.

Or take a plane to j__an, and drink saki with mafia,
Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with Gadafi a
Dinner date, followed by a funk show,
We'll rip off our tops and jump around in the front row.

You know I looked around, for faces I'd know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row,
(ho how)
x2

You can put me here, and I'm all yours, It's not for the money
and it's not for the applause, no
Oh no no nooo