Murs - Hellz Angels lyrics

[Whispered] Back in black Intro [MURS] What up fool? Aye, you know I'm over here You write, you writin' like Scarub over here, takin' hella light years. Ha ha Chorus: [x2] [Sunspot Jonz] It's like a one two shot [MURS] Underground hip hop [Sunspot Jonz] Blaze up, feel it pop [MURS] Living Legends don't stop like aaaayyyyyeee Verse One [MURS] I'm in the body shop about twelve o'clock Middle of the day, I was feelin' kinda hot Throw out a couple tips while I sit and watch Then I got some lap dances, $40 a pop [Sunspot Jonz] Yeah, I'm doin' body shots Seein' what this hottie got Tequila on my brain now you see another body drop Sunspot baby Never gonna stop MURS you look broke as hell from the bottom to the top [MURS] At the bottom where we used to eat cheese food spread Now I'm makin' cheese gettin' taxed by the Feds Ahead (A head) of the game in this body of rap f** around with Sunspot and you might get slapped [Sunspot] That goes on and on and on and on All up in your body til the walls are worn It's like sandpaper Naw, it's like paper chaser Til they get a sack like a motherf**in' Oakland Raider Chorus Verse Two [MURS] Takin' out the head of a Report group Tell 'em Nick will have to go I'm the new recruit Yeah, I"m talkin' bout the O.C On a Thursday night, where your a** gon' be? I'm gonna have my body sittin' on my couch Next to the hot body of my future spouse I'm addicted to the drama Runnin' all through my body, no sign of a comma Huuuuuh Yeah Still I pause for a breath Tell your home girl to pick up the drawers if she left On the floor by my bed that I peeled off her body Can't help, I'm in love with the feel of her body Them hips, them lips On the real she a hottie If she ever want to hook up or chill Tell her to call me And we can hang tough like Summer and Seth Just got to hook me up with what's under that dress, yes Chorus Verse Three [Sunspot Jonz] That's right big bank take little bank That's a one two punch comin' from a top rank To the evil saint Bloody like it body paint Mad as Mike Tyson when the alimony gettin' paid Mad as O.J Mad as his b**hes maine Mad as gettin' cash, sh** is too expensive man Mad as Jennifer when Angelina f**in' Brad She should have body blowed, red carpet, Oscar, damn You got to let it go Blastin' all hysterical Let a motherf**er know Let a motherf**er know I'm an animal Predator to radio Jocks gettin' knocked off Any other corny ho Not givin' love straight to my crew We changed the whole game and we even changed you Up, down, all around in your body It's just a body high Right enhanced by Barcardi I got you fake a** rappers all shook I don't care who you are From the Feds, get your a** whooped And take your groupie Naked but my CD Invasion Of The Body Snatchers when I'm in your cit-y That's right [x25] "I do this for a living!" Chorus