Big Bad Bosses Bears and Birds song lyrics
Feat Grant Kirkhope Big Bad Bosses Bears and Birds song lyrics
If you've ever had a N64,
You probably have an inkling what lies in store.
This crazy dude agreed to say all these words.
We get along like bears and birds.
Cause I don't give a fuck.
I'm Grant Kirkhope.
I don't rely on luck,
because my work dope.
You better shake that ass.
I'm like the twerk pope.
Just make it rain now.
I'm Grant Kirkhope.
Welcome to the twenty to the fifteen.
Got pixels on a thousand TV screens.
Midi on DVD or game streets.
You're at the X screen.
Know what that means?
All you haters can fuck right off.
We got more cash than Microsoft.
Got no lyrics chillin' for a while.
And we're back now to change that style
And I'm in a boy band and thats ok.
I can do your heart in my own special way.
I'll grant you fortune and paradise.
Don't even come with flames
cause I got mad ice.
Got street cred 'round the world.
Fresh cut beats for boys and girls.
This motherfucking album where it's at.
I ride up like a bat attack.
Keep it real, I got my set on point.
Walkin up this retro joint.
You think im trippin' go fuck yourselves.
Take a puff, gnomes and elves
Crush hats for a living.
It's like thanksgiving.
Stuffing somthing in ya.
Straight outta north virginia.
Got pilgrim pride.
I'm rainin' genocide.
Got a monopoly on making grown men cry,
and grown women cry,
and grown adults hide,
cause all my beats fly,
and all my records shine.
All my foes die.
Can't compose lines.
Get online and get get down on these nuts.
Cause I don't really give a fuck now.
Get me riled up then you find out how.
Fuck a sticks up for disrespectin' this.
Shake it up and give the cap a twist.
I'll rub that ass 'til you can't speak.
Beats is on fleek, sneaks is on creak.
Creepin' with that lyrical sniper rifle.
Gave your momma the english trifle.
Cause I don't give a fuck.
I'm Grant Kirkhope.
I don't rely on luck,
because my work dope.
You better shake that ass.
I'm like the twerk pope.
Just make it rain now.
I'm Grant Kirkhope.
Cause I don't give a fuck.
I'm Grant Kirkhope.
I don't rely on luck,
because my work dope.
You better shake that ass.
I'm like the twerk pope.
Just make it rain now.
(music fades out)