Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Eurobiks , by - Styles of Beyond. Song from the album Megadef, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 08.09.2003
Record label: Spytech
Song language: English
Eurobiks |
| Yeah… |
| Spytech, Spytech, Spytech, Spytech… |
| Yo, watch your first step, hot robotniks |
| Stop the worst chick you can pop and lock with |
| Hot pink socks on playing with chopsticks |
| (That's a rad song!) |
| I ain’t saying it’s not, bitch! |
| Yo, watch this: |
| I kick flows in mach six |
| Pump Depeche Mode in my box and roll thick |
| Thirteen deep and a side with no plates |
| Up and then rock in a club for show dates |
| Relax, don’t do it, it’s cocaine |
| Crack is so chic if you heat it with propane (yo!) |
| So let’s go where people smoke douja |
| Play some leap frog and drink some Jolt Cola |
| Take the place over |
| Hop then low-low |
| Wake me up quick and before you go-go |
| Let my man hit, here’s a couple of beans |
| You know the whole damn clique wanna come on Eileen |
| You know, man… |
| Ahouah! |
| C’est le cri d’un robot souffrant d’amour |
| Ahouah! |
| Ahouah! |
| Meme sans ses larmes il pleure toujours |
| Ahouah! |
| Calling on strippers cause I’m the undress |
| Turn around, burn it down to one breath |
| Right, come on, 'cause the is all useless |
| Aight, yes on my life, I’m in love with the music |
| Walk the dogs of a Scotland Yard and you’re like |
| What’s popping? |
| I’m stopping a stompy |
| See, I’m off the globe |
| Some will tell you how a little flying saucer glows |
| Get your hands on my pocket and watch the roll |
| I keep spitting the grid of the guts |
| Till I get rid of his clique |
| It’s all hideous rip-raw mythematic |
| I never hit soft when I kick balls |
| Pitchforks and a fuse-lit torch |
| When I’m cruising |
| Only when I’m really pissed off it’s amusing |
| Smell around, notice a stench |
| You know it’s us, so what’s up |
| Say hello to the prince! |
| Come on! |
| Ahouah! |
| C’est le cri d’un robot souffrant d’amour |
| Ahouah! |
| Ahouah! |
| Meme sans ses larmes il pleure toujours |
| Ahouah! |
| Yo! |
| A few hassles |
| A new castle |
| Crack me off on a couple tattoos |
| I didn’t get a name |
| I’ve never been to Spain |
| A choke-chain with a leash, man |
| It’s in the fame |
| Ey, yo, break the door down |
| Bust the rules open |
| Dope, it’s us now, make them more potent |
| Pump the base out |
| Bump your Ford Focus |
| Pop the whole bag, get some more crocus |
| Give me that funk, that sweet, that nasty |
| That sick-and-twisted, get your piss shit |
| Diss the next misfit acting up |
| I won’t stop 'till the cops say that’s enough |
| Come on! |
| Ahouah! |
| C’est le cri d’un robot souffrant d’amour |
| Ahouah! |
| Ahouah! |
| Meme sans ses larmes il pleure toujours |
| Ahouah! |
| Ah-ah-ah… |