Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tour Up, artist - Dumbfoundead. Album song Dfd, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.10.2011
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Tour Up |
We roll up in your city and take over for the night |
Soon as we step out the van, we be feeling alright |
Smoke blowing out the window, refilling my cup |
We tour up, yup, we tour up, yup, we tour up The hotel room we’re staying in |
tore up |
The old ass club we’re playing in is tore up |
The fans in the crowd are loud and tore up |
Yup, we tour up, yup, we tour up Goodness gracious, great balls of fuego |
The van’s flyer than the Spaceballs Winnebago |
At least it was when the tour was first starting up |
Now it smells like feet, and has trouble starting up We going hard as fuck, |
tearing every market up |
Spark it up, ashes on the floor, burning carpet up |
And all the trees, did I mention they’re free |
Cause we get hooked up every night, quite generously In the parking lot, |
people give us doobies and baggies |
Now the van’s all mysterious like Scooby and Shaggy’s |
I don’t know who you people are |
But if you ain’t part of the tour, female, you need to leave the car Another |
day, another show sellout |
Then we turn the hotel out, then roll the hell out |
Man, rock 'n' roll, never looking in the rear view |
Train wreck coming soon to a city near you Got a DJ and a band, we crammed |
inside a minivan |
Hitting cities and signing titties of all my women fans |
I got a pen in hand, eenie meenie miney mo |
Squeeze 'em bring 'em nice and close, I’m just gonna sign em both We over here, |
I’m drinking the local beer |
We pounding more in one night than you did in your whole career |
The type that promoters fear, but the fans love |
Cause I’m the champ, put the amps and your hands up And get 'em high, |
just one night, Knocksteady and Scrublife |
You’re not ready, got THC as my blood type |
My dude fans wanna smoke me out |
All my girl fans say they got an open house We kill shows with freestyles and |
prepared rhymes |
Call me the mayor, this city I have declared mine |
We travel roads, train tracks, and airlines |
With one mission: to blow back your hairlines Every crowd, every stage, |
every mic (Tour Up) |
Every blunt, every joint, every pipe (Tour Up) |
Girl I was whipped last night, was tore up |
Yup, we tour up, yup, we tour up Zo’s throwing up the in the back, he’s tore up |
Some ho’s throwing up in his lap, she’s tore up |
We partying all over the map, we tour up |
Yup, we tour up, yup, we tour up |