Good Dog
Now, let we warm this beat up and then put my feat up
Turn the system up and then we'll blow the speakers
We've come to fill your cup until it flows over
We've got more flows then there are people driving range rovers
Now, Call me Noah cos you no I never spring leaks
I bring more heat to these beats then a flame thrower
Tight like a boa' crackatoa mamma-mia
we're blowing up like a le-a?
Word to Melbourne my sister by brethren
It's all in the family here like Tasmanian loving, yeah
We go to work on 'em, then go berserk on 'em
We go where no ones gone before go captain Kirk on 'em
So come and get in to it, these flows move fluid
We came to hit you with a little bit of our music
And guys love it when girls shake their big bottoms
So come do what your body feels the beat warrants
One day I'll make Girk my wife and we can
share hot nights in the land of ice
To when I rapped at back clubs pubs and shitty dives like? exiting absorbent minds
I can make it hard for you hard headed guys
I can point out that the government lies
I can make the lord of the dance lord of the flies
I can even make a Christian believe god switched sides
Which is why you better perk up, I get worked up
I drink encyclopaedias and lyric get burnt up
I shudder to think, what I could do with this ink
Just some paper and pen, my mic mouth and some phlegm
And when I begin and begun, weapon concealed by a tongue
ammo inside my two lungs, letting the beat run then I'm killing it
And no you don't want to miss,
I'm different and this is the sum of my spirit, in it and everything near it
Lyrics like bakers delivered, word is born
I'll even make an atheist believe it and say "good god"
It's all about a good time and if your
all out of order get feeling better
I want your daughter, wants someone better
Work it out, come on, work it out
Now It's all about a real good time
and if you feel all out of order get feeling better
man I want your daughter, she wants someone better
Work it out, come on, work it out
We'll take the piss, escape your dis'es
smoke your spliffs and take your misses
Like Moses, I'm gonna part MC's
Like David and Goliath, don't even try it
I'm half in it for the art and half as a joke
Just something to do while the human race chokes
And hopefully inspire a rebel alliance
Take the empire and meddle with science
So they wont cut genomes or make smoke free zones
A dyeing organism puffing on your cone
Hey bong smokers, who's in the house?
Chilling on your sofas watching bottle in your mouth
This if for the yuppies the monks the hussies
and the musicologists and border collie puppies
So rock to the rhythm like a Cassia rap man
Listen to my bloke on the decks from Pakistan
Aw shit, that's fat man
Elastic bands can't flex like this
We keep it gastro when we're dropping our shit
We turn it up, like heaters in Darwin
You digging my jargon? Check what's happening
I got more ladies then the men in the Vatican
I rocked first floor now I'm ready for Maddison
Step to my tower like my name was Suraumon
Jole wrote that cos my flows are gelatinous
sometimes I suck, other times I'm fabulous
I got more hippy chicks then a rock of amathers
I got more props then cops got cannabis
I got more fame then freight trains got carriages
My brain waves to blame, I got speech flatulence
I got the spot like teenage acne
Got so much? everybody wants to fuck me
It's all about a good time and if your
all out of order get feeling better
I want your daughter, wants someone better
Work it out, come on, work it out
Now It's all about a real good time
and if you feel all out of order get feeling better
man I want your daughter, she wants someone better
Work it out, come on, work it out
Get the picture?
Get the picture?
It's all about a good time and if your
all out of order get feeling better
I want your daughter, wants someone better
Work it out, come on, work it out
Now It's all about a real good time
and if you feel all out of order get feeling better
man I want your daughter, she wants someone better
Work it out, come on, work it out
Get the picture?
Get the picture?
Get the picture?
Get the picture?
Turn the system up and then we'll blow the speakers
We've come to fill your cup until it flows over
We've got more flows then there are people driving range rovers
Now, Call me Noah cos you no I never spring leaks
I bring more heat to these beats then a flame thrower
Tight like a boa' crackatoa mamma-mia
we're blowing up like a le-a?
Word to Melbourne my sister by brethren
It's all in the family here like Tasmanian loving, yeah
We go to work on 'em, then go berserk on 'em
We go where no ones gone before go captain Kirk on 'em
So come and get in to it, these flows move fluid
We came to hit you with a little bit of our music
And guys love it when girls shake their big bottoms
So come do what your body feels the beat warrants
One day I'll make Girk my wife and we can
share hot nights in the land of ice
To when I rapped at back clubs pubs and shitty dives like? exiting absorbent minds
I can make it hard for you hard headed guys
I can point out that the government lies
I can make the lord of the dance lord of the flies
I can even make a Christian believe god switched sides
Which is why you better perk up, I get worked up
I drink encyclopaedias and lyric get burnt up
I shudder to think, what I could do with this ink
Just some paper and pen, my mic mouth and some phlegm
And when I begin and begun, weapon concealed by a tongue
ammo inside my two lungs, letting the beat run then I'm killing it
And no you don't want to miss,
I'm different and this is the sum of my spirit, in it and everything near it
Lyrics like bakers delivered, word is born
I'll even make an atheist believe it and say "good god"
It's all about a good time and if your
all out of order get feeling better
I want your daughter, wants someone better
Work it out, come on, work it out
Now It's all about a real good time
and if you feel all out of order get feeling better
man I want your daughter, she wants someone better
Work it out, come on, work it out
We'll take the piss, escape your dis'es
smoke your spliffs and take your misses
Like Moses, I'm gonna part MC's
Like David and Goliath, don't even try it
I'm half in it for the art and half as a joke
Just something to do while the human race chokes
And hopefully inspire a rebel alliance
Take the empire and meddle with science
So they wont cut genomes or make smoke free zones
A dyeing organism puffing on your cone
Hey bong smokers, who's in the house?
Chilling on your sofas watching bottle in your mouth
This if for the yuppies the monks the hussies
and the musicologists and border collie puppies
So rock to the rhythm like a Cassia rap man
Listen to my bloke on the decks from Pakistan
Aw shit, that's fat man
Elastic bands can't flex like this
We keep it gastro when we're dropping our shit
We turn it up, like heaters in Darwin
You digging my jargon? Check what's happening
I got more ladies then the men in the Vatican
I rocked first floor now I'm ready for Maddison
Step to my tower like my name was Suraumon
Jole wrote that cos my flows are gelatinous
sometimes I suck, other times I'm fabulous
I got more hippy chicks then a rock of amathers
I got more props then cops got cannabis
I got more fame then freight trains got carriages
My brain waves to blame, I got speech flatulence
I got the spot like teenage acne
Got so much? everybody wants to fuck me
It's all about a good time and if your
all out of order get feeling better
I want your daughter, wants someone better
Work it out, come on, work it out
Now It's all about a real good time
and if you feel all out of order get feeling better
man I want your daughter, she wants someone better
Work it out, come on, work it out
Get the picture?
Get the picture?
It's all about a good time and if your
all out of order get feeling better
I want your daughter, wants someone better
Work it out, come on, work it out
Now It's all about a real good time
and if you feel all out of order get feeling better
man I want your daughter, she wants someone better
Work it out, come on, work it out
Get the picture?
Get the picture?
Get the picture?
Get the picture?
Credits
Writer(s): Joel Ma, Jake Savona, Philip Eric Norman, Shehab Tariq, Corey James Mcgregor
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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