Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hall Pass, artist - LNS Crew
Date of issue: 20.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hall Pass |
Mister all that and a baggy… skip classy |
Told her i’d be back in a flashy… exactly |
Keep an alibi and hall pass me. |
she didn’t expect nothin… I did this all last week |
Some upper class ass try and bag me. |
Used to call her Maxy pad her name Maxy |
Now she don’t look half as bad no she a damn queen… |
talkin 'bout under the bleachers doin the damn thing |
Get wit it or get lost… |
Toss to the wolves… Kinda hard to keep my thoughts out tha sewers |
Yo how he get the vaults out tha stores? |
& all them thoghts were happenin even before I walked out tha door |
Headin downstairs for some air. |
who is there? |
Mr. Walker in a chair 'Where your hall pass" |
Kept it player… already had it prepared. |
now puttin L’z in tha air headed to tha lair. |
Hook: |
Where ya hall pass? |
I got. |
I keep it on me |
Don’t need no hood pass. |
you got. |
Them my ppl homie |
Yo Where ya hall pass? |
I got. |
I keep it on me |
Don’t need no hood pass. |
you got. |
Them my ppl homie |
Verse 2: Yelawolf |
I’m on it… fresh fish. |
smell it. |
muddy water in my eye lids. |
hoes i’m highly upset. |
It’s me you lookin at like what what the fuck am I doin here? |
I’m hip to tha hop, don’t they use it for brewin beer? |
Right.hops.right like jump-around… |
got a pump in tha trunk for any fuckinchump in town |
Something sounds like onions now. |
makin you wanna cry |
Haters look looks like babies when my lyrics personify. |
But I’m out that gate like a fuckin racin dog… chasin a rabbit. |
One foot to the nose. |
dominant bitch I’m takin off |
Zip-line but i’m out that side… with a pound of ice… |
for the broken bones & blackened eyes… on the track I ride |
Bein creative that’s a sacrifice, and i’m on tha crossline,.you know who |
But I play the cards, play some UNO too. |
& lay some you know what in what’s her name. |
that’s some uncle game… fuck um I’m chunkin' lame |
laughin and tappin at em, de-taggin ya fashion boy |
that shit is super lame. |
you got on. |
packages at my house |
Im famous, slumerican never been nothin like me. |
makin money for real never been nothin likely |
Never been so excited to see my couple of icey… cola |
Up in wal-mart tryna reach a quota. |
and Im so over this sofa, but ima leave it on my porch incase my neighbors come |
over |
Hook: |
Where ya hall pass? |
I got. |
I keep it on me |
Don’t need no hood pass. |
you got. |
Them my ppl homie |
Yo Where ya hall pass? |
I got. |
I keep it on me |
Don’t need no hood pass. |
you got. |
Them my ppl homie |
Verse3: Kydd |
Slumerican… Lz and my rebel friends… |
Knock Knock who the hell let them devils in? |
Yellin hellow kitty kickin heroin |
.smokin like chimney wit a gypsy and my fellow friends |
Tell em kyddy here, the weirdy weird midi mike breaker |
The city scared wasn’t prepared it was only an ice breaker |
Mt dialogue be right along with writers poems |
Name a higher arch suppling art? |
Well I don’t know em… |
I have to show. |
these tag alongs all have it wrong |
I was makin rapid songs when mother was snappin on… |
Me and my brother for havin the base to loud… |
& fucka hand out. |
them niggas face too proud |
& Fuck tha police. |
is NWA too loud? |
The sounds of the bruised and battered. |
used in this music chapter. |
infused and captured. |
but u just have ta… loose the fabrication |
to have a statement as tall as the Appalachian. |
the beat facin decapitation in yo presence wrappin up this new rappers nation |
Get yo hall pass deactivated. |
Assaulted and aggravated. |
you know it you fascinated |
Shouldn’t even have to say it |
Hook: |
Where ya hall pass? |
I got. |
I keep it on me |
Don’t need no hood pass. |
you got. |
Them my ppl homie |
Yo Where ya hall pass? |
I got. |
I keep it on me |
Don’t need no hood pass. |
you got. |
Them my ppl homie |