Lyrics Hilltop Hoods

Hilltop Hoods

OOFT (Ponda Baba)

Yeah, I know who I am and where I stand

I am just a grain of sand getting washed from God's hands

I am nothing but a lamb in the great expanse

An ape staring into space, so damn insignificant

Primal on the vinyl, I am 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 go Jon Hamm, with the double M, triple threat

Nice day, isn't it? Not for workaholics

Open Logic, and work the program like an alcoholic

Man, anybody fucking with P, I'll beat you like Tyson

Beat Larry Homes out of love for Ali

Suffa MC, tell me now, who wanna Suffa?

Want them nuts on your chin like Ponda Baba? Nuh-uh

Listen, I don't wanna fall through the cracks

Like some cigarette ash, on Scott Storch's keyboard

So, let me bring it back to these tracks where we snack

On these hacks, that's 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 almighty, we the truth 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

Taking out the trash, you're getting put in your place

I keep one foot upon your throat the other foot in the grave

So kill my vibe, I'm still alright, can't be stripped of the essence

I've hit my strides signified but the vicious intentions

But still they try to vilify and kill the progression

Like a stripper inside a gift I'm trying to live in the present

Ooft, we fight the madness we know

It's sad your battling my shadow when I've survived the baddest of both

Dagger and cloak, bro I hope you die from gagging on smoke

That's why I'm pissing on the fire you've been fanning your hope

Sometimes I stop and wonder why conjuring something bothers others

They ain't gonna love you just to love you 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 almighty, we the truth 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 almighty, we the truth truth

La-di-da-da-di-di-da-di-day

Man, drop it

Ooft, ooft, ooft, ooft, ooft, ooft-ooft-ooft, ooft

This is the beginning

Ayy-ay-ayy

Allow me to show you something

Now we burn every track

What's happened?

I've got a different idea

Drop that

Drop it

Allow me to show you something

What's that?

Alright