Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Baby Sleep Through the Night, artist - Lullaby Baby. Date of issue: 10.05.2011
Song language: English
Baby Sleep Through the Night |
| Now, let we warm this beat up and then put my feet up |
| Turn the system up and then we’ll blow the speakers |
| We’ve come to fill your cup until it flows over |
| We’ve got more flows then there are rich people driving range rovers |
| Now, Call me Noah cos you know I never spring leaks |
| I bring more heat to these beats then a flame thrower |
| Tight like a boa' Krakatoa mamma-mia |
| We’re blowing up like Aaliyah? |
| Word to Melbourne my sister by brethren |
| It’s all in the family here like Tasmanian loving, yeah |
| We go to work on 'em, then go berserk on 'em |
| We go where no one’s gone before get captain Kirk on 'em |
| So come on get into it, these flows move fluid |
| We came to hit you with a little bit of our music |
| And guys love it when girls shake their big bottoms |
| So come do what your body feels the beat warrants |
| One day I’ll make Bjork my wife |
| And we can share hot nights |
| In the land of ice |
| 'Til then I’ll rock the back clubs pubs and shitty dives like |
| Psilocybin up-sliding absorbent minds |
| I can make it hard for you hard headed guys |
| I can point out that the government lies |
| I can make the lord of the dance lord of the flies |
| I can even make a Christian believe god switched sides |
| Which is why you better perk up, I get worked up |
| I drink encyclopaedias and lyrics get blurghked up |
| I shudder to think, what I could do with this ink |
| Just some paper and pen, my mic mouth and some phlegm |
| And when I begin and begun, weapon concealed by a tongue |
| Ammo inside my two lungs, letting the beat run then I’m killing it |
| And no you don’t want to miss it |
| I’m different, this is the sum of my spirit, in it and everything near it |
| Lyrics like babies delivered, word is born |
| I’ll even make an atheist believe it and say «good god» |
| It’s all about a good time and if your |
| All out of order get feeling better |
| I want your daughter, wants someone better |
| Work it out, come on, work it out |
| Now It’s all about a real good time |
| And if you feel all out of order get feeling better |
| Man I want your daughter, she wants someone better |
| Work it out, come on, work it out |
| We’ll take the piss, escape your disses |
| Smoke your spliffs and take your misses |
| Like Moses, I’m gonna part MC’s |
| Like David and Goliath, don’t even try it |
| I’m half in it for the art and half as a joke |
| Just something to do while the human race chokes |
| And hopefully inspire a rebel alliance |
| Take the empire and meddle with science |
| So they won’t cut genomes or make smoke free zones |
| I’ll die an organism puffin' on your Al Capone’s |
| Hey bong smokers, who’s in the house? |
| Chilling on your sofas dodgy bottles in your mouths |
| This if for the yuppies the monks the hussies |
| And the musicologists and border collie puppies |
| So rock to the rhythm like a Casio rap man |
| Listen to my bloke on the decks from Pakistan |
| Aw shit, that’s fat man |
| Elastic bands can’t flex like this |
| We give ya gastro when we’re dropping our shit |
| We turn it up, like heaters in Darwin |
| You digging my jargon? |
| Check what’s happening |
| I got more ladies then the men in the Vatican |
| I rocked first floor now I’m ready for Madison |
| Step to my tower like my name was Sarumon |
| Joal wrote that cos my flows are gelatinous |
| Sometimes I suck, other times I’m fabulous |
| I got more hippy chicks then a rock of Amethyst |
| I got more props then cops got cannabis |
| I got more fame then freight trains got carriages |
| My brain waves to blame, I got speech flatulence |
| I blow up spots, like teenage acne |
| Got so much ?? |
| everybody wants to… |
| It’s all about a good time and if your |
| All out of order get feeling better |
| I want your daughter, wants someone better |
| Work it out, come on, work it out |
| Now It’s all about a real good time |
| And if you feel all out of order get feeling better |
| Man I want your daughter, she wants someone better |
| Work it out, come on, work it out |
| Get the picture? |
| Get the picture? |
| It’s all about a good time and if your |
| All out of order get feeling better |
| I want your daughter, wants someone better |
| Work it out, come on, work it out |
| Now It’s all about a real good time |
| And if you feel all out of order get feeling better |
| Man I want your daughter, she wants someone better |
| Work it out, come on, work it out |
| Get the picture? |
| Get the picture? |
| Get the picture? |
| Get the picture? |