OOFT (Ponda Baba)
Hilltop Hoods
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Yeah, I know who I am and where I stand I am just a grain of sand getting washed from god's hand I am nothing but a lamb at the great expanse An ape staring into space, so damn insignificant Primal on the vinyl I'm cro-magnificent Title after title 'cause I'm programmed different Dictate a flow that toe tags dissidents No, my man, we don't go ham, listen in We could Jon Hamm with the double m, triple threat Nice state, isn't it? (No) Workaholics over logic and Work the program like an alcoholic, man Anybody, fuckin' with P, I'll beat ya lights out Beatin' Larry Holmes outta lovely, Suffa MC Tell me now who would wanna suffer when the notes on ya chin like Ponda Baba, na-uh Listen, I don't want to fall through the cracks Like some cigarette ash from Scott Storch's keyboard So let me bring it back to these cracks where we snack on these hats That's what you all know me for, ooft Ooft You'll get bodied in the (Booth) I'm not worried 'bout a Thing that you might say It goes Ooft God or money with the (Truth) La-di-da-da-di-di-da-di-day It's just the way of man, staring up into the great expanse We've been making plans, howling at the moon until the day advance Takin' out the trash, get 'em put ya place I keep one foot upon your throat, the other foot in the grave So kill my vibe, steal a ride, can't be strippin' the essence I've hit my stride, signified 'bout the vicious intentions Still they try to vilify and kill the progression Like a stripper inside a gift, I'm tryna live in the present (Ooft) We fight the madness we know So sad you battle in my shadow when I'll survive the battles of both Dagger and cloak, bro I hope you die from gagging on smoke That's why I'm pissin' on the fire, you've been fannin' for hope Sometimes I stop and wonder we're conjurin' something what was others They ain't gonna love it just to love ya like Donna Summers We're conquerors, brother, just drop the gun and don't be so reckless Put down your arms like Ponda Baba Ooft You'll get bodied in the (Booth) I'm not worried 'bout a Thing that you might say It goes Ooft God or money with the (Truth) La-di-da-da-di-di-da-di-day Ooft You'll get bodied in the (Booth) I'm not worried 'bout a Thing that you might say It goes Ooft God or money with the (Truth) La-di-da-da-di-di-da-di-day Man, drop it Ooft, ooft, ooft, ooft Ooft, ooft, ooft, ooft This is the beginning (Allow me to show you something) Now we burned every track Ooft (Watch out) (Work on a different idea) Ooft Drop that, drop it (Allow me to show you something) Ooft (Watch out) (Alright)
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Written by: Barry Francis, Daniel Rankine, Daniel Smith, Matthew Lambert
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