SMASHCLUB - BOP IT lyrics

[Verse 1: Fluffy T] Faster than The Flash smash goes the club and Everybody's laughing while your party isn't lasting So we're gonna pedal past ya 'cause we don't be giving a f** So you better give it up and you've got to get the picture 'cause we are spittin mean, we're like Edward Gein And we're leaving you a little disfigured The smash crew makes French ladies say "buongiorno" The Wizard delivers the sick lines, your sh**'s DiGiorno Got the girlies up to my dorm (oh) Under the covers so I'm keeping them warm (oh) A little time has pa**ed And after autographing 'em They're giddy 'cause they wanna perform So it goes, another day in the life of a motherf**ing G That's genius and I mean this You really oughtta stop 'cause you cannot compete with the SC As the sun goes down and we're out to seize the darkness But the lights are all around And the volume of our sound Is shaking the apartment You know I'm still here But my mind was gone about an hour ago It may be difficult to see or feel or hear But the night is ours So if you're standing Then I've got to give you props 'cause I was only feeling right About a quarter of the night And now I'm feeling like I might just drop [Hook] I don't be giving a what, I don't be I don't be giving a f** I don't be giving a what, I don't be I don't be giving a f** I don't be giving a what, I don't be I don't be giving a f** I was only feeling right About a quarter of the night And now I'm feeling like I might just drop I don't be giving a what, I don't be I don't be giving a f** I don't be giving a what, I don't be I don't be giving a f** So if you're standing then I've got to give you props 'cause I was only feeling right About a quarter of the night And now I'm feeling like I might just drop [Verse 2: Snow J] These just the demos that you swallow But damn diablo, I Had a bit of grippin of the villain When I spit a little bit of this hot a** sh**, I'ma Take it till I make it like I'm wakin up with hunnnies On the bills in the bed Havin 'em f**in me silly till I'm good and dead I'm rollin in the red like Volcanoes with one too many off days I'm pissed off in six ways Often we f**ing up faces Cleaning up like Billy Mays And we aimin for f**in amazing Now this game's a stone maze And you definitely goin the wrong way [Verse 3: Timm Wizard] That pisses me the f** off All you girls on molly sayin that you're sorry When you act up Thinkin there's no repercussions For slipping and spilling that giant-a** cup of soda and vodka on my hardwood floor So you f**in [?] Better pucker your lips and pony that sh** the f** up I heard you're moving to California Well it's that way Hitchhiking will make you discover some trucker named Greg Who is limping and living in some sketchy part of the Bay Pissed off about the Oakland A's (cause they lost) SMASHCLUB got the [?] for days (cause we boss) The liquor's got Snowy J leanin' Like Marty McFly with Parkinson's on the weekend