Hilltop Hoods – The Nosebleed Section

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Actually this Amazing music is popped out of her album which is titled ‘The Calling’ and it was released in the year 2003.

 

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For my people in the front (front)

In the nosebleed section (section)

This is for the heads that’s loving the mix

My people in the front, all covered in spit

Batters in the box (uh), Suffa to pitch(what)

Hilltop Hoods, all up in this bitch

And we the funk leaders, punks you can’t beat us

We bump and pump meters, we drunk you chumps need us

So jump with us, down in the front entrance (if it’s your flavor)

Your flavor, come get drunk with us (woo!)

This life turned out nothing like

I had planned (why not?)

By now I should’ve had some land

Some money in my hand, ’round about fifty grand

But I got nothing (nothin’), I write rhymes on the bus

I keep suffering (sufferin), fuck the lines of the dust

You keep sniffing, that shit is for the punk hoes (whoa!)

This shit is for my bros, my people in the front row

You know I looked around, for faces I’d know

I fell in love with the people in the front row

(Ho how)

You know I looked around, for faces I’d know,

I fell in love with the people in the front row

(Ho how, check it out)

I got hip-hop taste buds

I wanna hear that bass when I make love

Wanna hear some lyrics when I wake up

Write rhymes to get me through a break up, bitch!

Rather whiskey straight, no chaser

Went through fifty breaks, no flavor

Till I found this one, and made the

Bass hook with the drum, my savior

This is the comeback, tongue that’s sharp like a thumbtack

It’s so tight James is saying give my funk back

One track, eight track, a-dat, residual

Noise, band funk that we claim with the digital

Toys I’m the Apache, you’re failing to match me

Throw your hands in the air like you’re hailing a taxi

And move to the funk flow, you stepping, are you drunk bro?

This is for my peeps and the freaks in the front row

You know I looked around, for faces I’d know

I fell in love with the people in the front row

(Ho how)

You know I looked around, for faces I’d know

I fell in love with the people in the front row

(Ho how)

People don’t complain if Suffa’s in here,

And you’re in the front row, all covered in beer

And club owners don’t say “the place is wrecked, it’s your fault” (uh huh)

If the roof is on fire it’s an electrical fault

Man I bet you all bolt, when I bring it live

Like Friday night footy, in my hoodie can hide I

Get live on the breaks son, like pace one

Lads, if you’re heading to the bar grab your mates one

Ladies come chill, come rock with me honey

I got like half a mill in monopoly money

There’s no stopping me honey, so you can take my hand

We can lay on the beach and count grains of sand

Or take a plane to Japan, and drink sake with mafia

Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with Qaddafi a

Dinner date, followed by a funk show

We’ll rip off our tops and jump around in the front row

You know I looked around, for faces I’d know

I fell in love with the people in the front row

(Ho how)

You know I looked around, for faces I’d know

I fell in love with the people in the front row

(Ho how)

Look me here, and I’m all yours, not for the money

And it’s not for the applause, no

Oh no no no (It’s for the nosebleed section)

You know I looked around, for faces I’d know

I fell in love with the people in the front row

(Ho how)

You know I looked around, for faces I’d know

I fell in love with the people in the front row

(Ho how)

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