Get Loose

[Verse 1] Bliss Bliss n Eso, Hyjak, bring it precise We singin' it nice, fresher than a minger on ice If you all up in this bitch then start breakin' somethin' Ain't this bumpin'? Every fuckin' patron jumpin' And this came from nothin', fuck radio airwaves Shit to save I've got my hair shaved "Bro, that's fair play" To all my troops, get your boots stampin' You get me booze slammin', I'm a loose cannon I found my companion, IZM was so blind Passed out on the shitter 5 minutes to showtime You hoes fine? Well even if you're not fly Cock-eyed, with a head that looks like a dropped pie Turn it clockwise on your volume meter All you lads scream out like you callin' beaver "Come here", wakin' up all you sleepers Shit's so fuckin' loud like we're bombin' speakers [Hook] x2 Grab your partner do-si-do To the rhythm of the rhymer with the dopest flow "Heehaw", my crew's sussin' the sitch "Oh yeah", let's get loose up in this bitch [Verse 2] Hyjak Are they ready for this? I don't think they are We ain't weight lifters, but still game to raise the bar Face it, you basic, we state of the art Dedicate, you're dangerous like demons playin' the harp You play your part, I make my mark and go the distance Got studio equipment for Christmas, now you think you can spit this? We made our own path rollin' With rims spinnin' we just stolen off Mark's Holden What you tellin' me? They jealous we controllin' our destiny I'm the piece of the puzzle that's been dipped in LSD Fella you see in the RTA lightin' weed Why the fuck you need photo ID to get photo ID? Bad guy you need to point your finger at Slap you in the face with a dick attached to a fuckin' cricket bat Bring it back, rockin' Sydney nightly You the finest, we the illest, west side of the sea [Hook] x2 [Bridge] x2 To all my troops gettin' loose, get your boots stampin' Where you at? Oh yeah [Verse 3] Eso Oh shit, another track I can bless With psychedelic side effects, got Hyjak in a dress And I'm chillin' like a villain bro, rollin' skunk While Bliss is buck naked bloody bowlin' drunk Man you know what's up, that authentic shit Less bling bling bro and more penmanship Man I'll send this shit to the moon and back Then burn somethin' backstage where my crew is at See there's a couple of things that I've wanted all year To live off this mic and be sponsored by beer Since that won't happen I'm 'a show you a trick How to piss and walk while you're smokin' a spliff And it's makin' 'em sick, lower class blowin' smoke in the face of the rich What I spit hits kids like takin' a trip And I'm 'a tear these walls down, so buff, touch pricks can stare these balls down [Hook] x2 Let's get loose up in this bitch, "Oh yeah" Let's get loose up in this bitch, "Oh yeah" Let's get loose up in this bitch