Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Up Jumped The Boogie, artist - The Tractors.
Date of issue: 18.05.2009
Song language: English
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 |