Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Up Jumped The Boogie , by - The Tractors. Release date: 18.05.2009
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Up Jumped The Boogie , by - The Tractors. Up Jumped The Boogie |
| So ladies and gentelman, friends and crews |
| I came here to represent and vent my views |
| See they want you brainwashed like everyone’s for the money |
| While we want the scene to blow like cherry bombs in the dunny |
| So check it out, check it out this is Eso on the mic |
| No fuckin' around I came to get you in the vibe |
| Grab life by the balls and never look behind |
| 'Cause when that bling bling dies you can bet I’ll be alive |
| A revolution of radical rebals, writing raw, reflect the rap |
| Of this cataclysmic cool calm collected cat |
| The front row covered when I’m spittin the rhyme spray |
| Got skeletons on stage playin rickety steinsways |
| I sit with the owls, flippin em out, flippin the vowels |
| The midnight paddock runner whos tippin the cows |
| Spittin' it foul, down and dirty cuz my crew’s shabby |
| All I wants my girl, beer, a used caddy and this dudes happy |
| Well you heard about the boys from the foreign land |
| They gonna stroll across the globe with the mic in their hand |
| And they be puttin it down the only way they know how |
| So sing it, la la la la la la la la (repeat) |
| From the moment the show starts and we emerge when the curtains break |
| Your chest starts burnin like you’re slurpin the bourbon straight |
| We blow the spot with more heat we servin than a furnace makes |
| Percolate this bitch until we certain every person shakes |
| The bim bam boogieman is drinkin till im plastered |
| All over your ears, rappin swingin from the rafters |
| Got asses leavin the seats when im freakin the beat |
| Just husslin like harry flint with the freedom of speech |
| So while it seems like theres millions of cats that stack loot |
| My crews here to stay like tax and tattoos |
| And theres no match for the kid that blows your mind |
| 'Cause beatin me is like returning videos on time |
| And the music I make is like peakin on a trip |
| Call me jimmy open doors, day dreamin with a spliff |
| Puttin pressure on the player tryin to look like the cool guy |
| But couldn’t come close if he spoofed on the bulls eye |
| Well you heard about the boys from the foreign land |
| They gonna stroll across the globe with the mic in their hand |
| And they be puttin it down the only way they know how |
| So sing it, la la la la la la la la |
| Well you heard about the boys from the foreign land |
| They gonna stroll across the globe with the mic in their hand |
| And they be puttin it down the only way they know how |
| So sing it, la la la la la la la la |
| See they tried to put it down but up jumped the boogie (x7) |
| So sing it, la la la la la la la la |
| Well you heard about the boys from the foreign land |
| They gonna stroll across the globe with the mic in their hand |
| And they be puttin it down the only way they know how |
| So sing it, la la la la la la la la |
| Well you heard about the boys from the foreign land |
| They gonna stroll across the globe with the mic in their hand |
| And they be puttin it down the only way they know how |
| So sing it, la la la la la la la la |