Lyrics Antelope - Dirty Heads

Antelope

Well don’t forget about the down and dirty southern cali flow just open the
melody and let the rhythm go I’m hoofing up the track just like a bouncing
antelope and soften up your skull just like a ripened cantaloupe because the
west
West
Coast
Coast
Knows how to kill it and yo and yall
Yall
Know
Know
When its time to feel it yo we make it right,
Make it right
So we up all night,
Up all night,
Until its tight,
Until its tight,
Until its tight,
Until its tight,
A bohemian rhapsody, these syllables after me, with lyrical chastity,
And verbally blasphemy, the illest we have to be, with musical masterpiece,
So come on and clap with me, so come on and clap with me,
So come on and clap with me,
Just come on and clap with me,
So come on and clap with me,
Yo just come on and clap with me.
Once upon a time in the neighborhood, there was a little dirty boy that was up
to no good, he had a chip in his tooth and a mic in his hand, he had a dirty
ass head from the beach and the sand, he said, «I just got out of the water and
I’m late for school I asked duddy to skip and he said that’s cool.»
So we went to the liquor store got ourselves some magnum rolling down the
street yeah you know we brown bagged them, with the 50s on top and the 20s on
bottom said we rolling through my hood yeah you know we got em sucker mcs wanna
battle me but that’s okay I tell em don’t fuck around because we don’t play I
sang rock out with my cock out I got balls of steel hear me clanking down the
street like a bag of beer, said the dance off session gonna start right here,
duddy b grab the wheel cause I can’t steer, you got 20 inch rims and they
spinning when you stop, said I don’t give a fuck, kill it when the beat drops,
cause that’s what I respect to all you knuckle heads and derelicts just
jamming down the sound with the syllables and intellect, maybe not the
intellect but syllables are clean and I leave you in the desert with an empty
canteen while I’d be ripping shows from here to Galapagos and I’d be picking
foes like a pick in a the fro, and all you chicken head whores that come to
pick at my shows you got to go