Lyrics Get Loose - Bliss n Eso

Get Loose

Bliss n Eso, Hyjak, bring it precise
We singin' it nice, fresher than a minger on ice
If you all up in this bitch then start breakin' somethin'
Ain’t this bumpin'?
Every fuckin' patron jumpin'
And this came from nothin', fuck radio airwaves
Shit to save I’ve got my hair shaved
«Bro, that’s fair play»
To all my troops, get your boots stampin'
You get me booze slammin', I’m a loose cannon
I found my companion, IZM was so blind
Passed out on the shitter 5 minutes to showtime
You hoes fine?
Well even if you’re not fly
Cock-eyed, with a head that looks like a dropped pie
Turn it clockwise on your volume meter
All you lads scream out like you callin' beaver
«Come here», wakin' up all you sleepers
Shit’s so fuckin' loud like we’re bombin' speakers
Grab your partner do-si-do
To the rhythm of the rhymer with the dopest flow
«Heehaw», my crew’s sussin' the sitch
«Oh yeah», let’s get loose up in this bitch
Grab your partner do-si-do
To the rhythm of the rhymer with the dopest flow
«Heehaw», my crew’s sussin' the sitch
«Oh yeah», let’s get loose up in this bitch
Are they ready for this?
I don’t think they are
We ain’t weight lifters, but still game to raise the bar
Face it, you basic, we state of the art
Dedicate, you’re dangerous like demons playin' the harp
You play your part, I make my mark and go the distance
Got studio equipment for Christmas, now you think you can spit this?
We made our own path rollin'
With rims spinnin' we just stolen off Mark’s Holden
What you tellin' me?
They jealous we controllin' our destiny
I’m the piece of the puzzle that’s been dipped in LSD
Fella you see in the RTA lightin' weed
Why the fuck you need photo ID to get photo ID?
Bad guy you need to point your finger at
Slap you in the face with a dick attached to a fuckin' cricket bat
Bring it back, rockin' Sydney nightly
You the finest, we the illest, west side of the sea
Grab your partner do-si-do
To the rhythm of the rhymer with the dopest flow
«Heehaw», my crew’s sussin' the sitch
«Oh yeah», let’s get loose up in this bitch
Grab your partner do-si-do
To the rhythm of the rhymer with the dopest flow
«Heehaw», my crew’s sussin' the sitch
«Oh yeah», let’s get loose up in this bitch
To all my troops gettin' loose, get your boots stampin'
Where you at?
Oh yeah
To all my troops gettin' loose, get your boots stampin'
Where you at?
Oh yeah
Oh shit, another track I can bless
With psychedelic side effects, got Hyjak in a dress
And I’m chillin' like a villain bro, rollin' skunk
While Bliss is buck naked bloody bowlin' drunk
Man you know what’s up, that authentic shit
Less bling bling bro and more penmanship
Man I’ll send this shit to the moon and back
Then burn somethin' backstage where my crew is at
See there’s a couple of things that I’ve wanted all year
To live off this mic and be sponsored by beer
Since that won’t happen I’m 'a show you a trick
How to piss and walk while you’re smokin' a spliff
And it’s makin' 'em sick, lower class blowin' smoke in the face of the rich
What I spit hits kids like takin' a trip
And I’m 'a tear these walls down, so buff, touch pricks can stare these balls
down
Grab your partner do-si-do
To the rhythm of the rhymer with the dopest flow
«Heehaw», my crew’s sussin' the sitch
«Oh yeah», let’s get loose up in this bitch
Grab your partner do-si-do
To the rhythm of the rhymer with the dopest flow
«Heehaw», my crew’s sussin' the sitch
«Oh yeah», let’s get loose up in this bitch
Let’s get loose up in this bitch, «Oh yeah»
Let’s get loose up in this bitch, «Oh yeah»
Let’s get loose up in this bitch