Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Break Your Legs, artist - The Cool Kids. Date of issue: 14.09.2017
Song language: English
Break Your Legs |
| Oh, you thought you was gon' speak? |
| Leave you talking with no teeth |
| Oh, you talking, it’s so sweet |
| We can shoot this fade right here for free |
| Let’s get it on |
| Cool J shots to the dome |
| Rubber grip pumps on the chrome |
| Watch yo' muthafuckin' tone |
| Let’s get it on |
| Cool J shots to the dome |
| Rubber grip pumps on the chrome |
| Watch yo' muthafuckin' tone |
| So you can catch these hands |
| I’mma let that shit fly like Dave Matthews band |
| This that other heavy metal scooping dirt with the shovel |
| Sparring with the Spartans |
| Slap-boxing with the devil |
| Knock that nigga out on the set |
| You don’t want no problems with the kids to begin with |
| Jumping off the stage, Johnny Cage in the mosh pit |
| Tekken tag team, catch yo' ass with them combos |
| Meet you at the window like Rico with your people |
| If we ever hear you talking about Calvin on your albums |
| Them xans got you tweaking like Salvin |
| You popping twenty percs, dawg you wylin' |
| Loud like a siren |
| If you bout it bout it, dodge your hook like a pirate |
| We just making this announcement |
| Roundhouse kick in this bitch |
| We jump you out the gym |
| It get violent over here nigga |
| Oh, you thought you was gon speak? |
| Leave you talking with no teeth |
| Oh, you talking, it’s so sweet |
| We can shoot this fade right here for free |
| Let’s get it on |
| Cool J shots to the dome |
| Rubber grip pump on the chrome |
| Watch yo' muthafuckin' tone |
| Let’s get it on |
| Cool J shots to the dome |
| Rubber grip pump on the chrome |
| Watch yo' muthafuckin' tone |
| When the clock strike twelve, all hell break loose |
| Knock the windows out the booth |
| Someone losing a tooth |
| Get exposed to the uppercut and shatter the roof |
| Action figure, boy Toy Story batteries loose |
| You can’t live, you can’t sit next to the kids |
| The seats filled |
| You can’t get next to the kids, it’s too real |
| It’s H20, we might spill |
| Fireworks going off, we don’t know the deal |
| This is not a drill |
| Woop-woop, the alarm going off |
| Can’t stop once my arm going |
| Where the detonator when the bomb’s blowing? |
| Ain’t coming to the show, but yo' mom’s going |
| I bet you saw the flyers on yo' front porch |
| Burn the whole city down with one torch |
| Yeah yeah |
| Fireman fireman, the alarm ring |
| You wanna talk crazy |
| We can get it on then |
| Oh, you thought you was gon speak? |
| Leave you talking with no teeth |
| Oh, you talking, it’s so sweet |
| We can shoot this fade right here for free |
| Let’s get it on |
| Cool J shots to the dome |
| Rubber grip pump on the chrome |
| Watch yo' muthafuckin' tone |
| Any nigga mention my name come with respect |
| Any nigga dissing my name come with a tec |
| If nigga listen to lames, they get regret |
| When they find out I’m a serial killer that’s been reset |
| I’m the muthafuckin hardest artist |
| Try to stay away from beef cuz' my heart gets the darkest |
| Pop off offline where you can get that tough |
| Put a hammer to the face and shut yo' bish ass up |
| You never seen a muthafuckin hyena that speaks English |
| Mikey Rocks, Hollywood Holt, and Chuck Inglish |
| I’ll have niggas leaking like radiators and freon |
| Stab niggas speaking like haters cuz I be on |
| The violence, throwing hell wars with tyrants |
| So, if you see me out, best approach in silence |
| I specialize in packing cemeteries with violins |
| You fishing for a problem now you meeting Leviathan |
| Niggas try you once best believe they won’t try again |
| You stupid as fuck to wanna almost die again |
| The murder club niggas specialize in rioting |
| So get it on nigga, if not stay quiet then |