Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dumb It Down, artist - Illy. Album song Long Story Short, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.08.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: illy
Song language: English
Dumb It Down |
| Taku |
| Uh-huh, yeah |
| Glasses up, yeah |
| Taku beats |
| Get another round and light ‘em up from now ‘til we passing out |
| Get another round, dumb it-dumb it down-down |
| My people, I got you now |
| Are you with me? |
| Yeah, we got you now, Illy |
| Well, get your glass up, paint the town |
| And get your drink on, we can dumb it down |
| Off tap, upsetting the birds |
| Avoiding the bouncers for getting my words |
| For getting my fly, spilling shit on my shirt |
| Couldn’t give less of a fuck, for what it’s worth |
| I’m a BB Swiller, D-Floor killer |
| Shit’s so beast, real seesaw tilt |
| I’ve got moves man, the method in the hips |
| Like a cross of Mike Jackson and an epileptic fit |
| I bend it like Beckham, free kick |
| Light ‘em up for her high |
| through the bird’s eye twist |
| Worked Monday, looking like stir fry sh- |
| Mate, maybe it’s time to pump a break |
| Splash a little cold water on the face we assessed but hey |
| Who we kidding? |
| A seven day space |
| We’re right back at it again, and we’ll be yelling out: |
| Get another round and light ‘em up from now ‘til we passing out |
| Get another round, dumb it-dumb it down-down |
| My people, I got you now |
| Are you with me? |
| Yeah, we got you now, Illy |
| Well, get your glass up, paint the town |
| And get your drink on, we can dumb it down |
| Now, none of us intellectual, a three-eight year |
| From the beer jugs and spirit and we blame them |
| We’re like glue how we stick to the bar |
| And go wild when the club bang Jimmy Recard |
| And I’m fresh from a backyard barbie or the beach |
| With a long legged and an army of my peeps |
| We’re all booze ‘til we’re hardly on our feet |
| If we can’t get in the club, we’ll party in the street |
| In twenty years brother, you’re one of a kind |
| The brain damage will suffer like butter to a steel cutter |
| But cross that bridge when it arrives |
| For now, I’m loving living life, draw clench wide-eyed |
| Ride one for all in butter low calling |
| It’s sunrise, no time for yawning |
| Now, who said we’re stopping at six in the morning? |
| We’re rocking ‘til the afternoon, yo bartender |
| Get another round and light ‘em up from now ‘til we passing out |
| Get another round, dumb it-dumb it down-down |
| My people, I got you now |
| Are you with me? |
| Yeah, we got you now, Illy |
| Well, get your glass up, paint the town |
| And get your drink on, we can dumb it down |
| Get another round and light ‘em up from now ‘til we passing out |
| Get another round, dumb it-dumb it down-down |
| My people, I got you now |
| Are you with me? |
| Yeah, we got you now, Illy |
| Well, get your glass up, paint the town |
| And get your drink on, we can dumb it down |
| We put it down, like this alright |
| We put it down, like this |
| We put it down, like this alright |