Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hockey Hair, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Hockey Hair |
Stop it there without a care to what you’ve got to fear |
Keep it all between your beer and your hockey hair |
A lot of weird people traits and ticks |
From the strangers to these dangerous faces you kiss |
You know this town ain’t cool as it used to be |
When the lion, tigers and bears’d stare at your jewelry |
Thruthfully I’m content with how the day moves |
Stepped up the game, oops, still rock the same shoes |
And one-time with them flashin things, they still |
There to turn the drama into action scenes |
I’m renting me a vehicle to roll me to the finish line |
Follow if you wanna, we’ll return around dinner time |
Back hurts a little bit more with every cigarette |
My mack learned to never ignore the petty gibberish |
I walk the clay cocky like Mr. Know-It-Also |
Patiently waiting to pop, shake up the soda bottle |
Horizontal like a mail-order male whore |
That came forth just to show you his pale horse |
Of course the ones that love him hate him most |
Heart broken ain’t nothin man, she look like she ate a ghost |
Make a toast to the butterknife, fuck it right |
Wonder when my butterfly is gonna kep her flutter tight |
I get way lonely when I’m on the j-o-b |
And every pretty face actin like they know me |
Same story, take photos and blow me |
Like suckin on my pony is some type of a fuckin trophy |
Don’t know what to say homie, I understand under |
The notion that mine is at home under another man |
Don’t even give it two minutes of business |
Rotate the shoulderblades and keep them chipless |
Built a prison out of conjugal visits |
Now I rock a fake grimace on my face to catch the kisses |
A bag of pot luck, a pint of gut rot |
Emcee’s is mockduck tofu tough-talk |
What the blood clot, jumpshot, fadeaway |
Watch these white kids eat it up like it was mayonaisse |
Then he’s on to the next city followin the destiny |
Fell asleep droolin on your left titty |
Indeed I play my part and call it high art |
Keepin my eye on a piece of that pie chart |
Smarter than solutions to the rubix cube |
Took it apart and then pulled out a tube of superglue |
Electric boogaloo, instead of tryin to look at you |
I should stay in my house, sit on the couch and read a book or two |
Maybe then this space alien can uncover ways to coexist |
With other homosapiens |
Until that time comes people know my bum steelo |
Incognito with mosquitos and dung beetles |
It’s like that, never the wack in actual fact |
It’s like this St Paul, Minneapolis jack |
It’s like that, take your head out of the vaginal crack |
Like what the fuck did you expect |
I rap |