Clown Prince Lyrics - Singles - Hilltop Hoods

Oi P it's your round 

Na it's your round 

Oi it's your fucking round man I got the last fucking round! 

Hey you still owe me five anyway bro! You get the round! 

Fuck! It's your round dude. 

It's your round! 

If ya hangin' at the back of the bar 

So just bounce! 

Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car 

We turn it out! 

Hilltop we been down since 

Back in the days... I'm the clown prince! 

It's your round! 

If ya hangin' at the back of the bar 

So just bounce! 

Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car 

We turn it out! 

Hilltop we been down since 

Back in the days when I was a teenager 

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First up, on the dolcet tones, 

of the Craigieburn projects, 

Suffa MC came to take you home 

I drip lyrics like spits, spit lyrics like drips 

In the arms I'll lick ya spirit with my miracle web, web 

'Cause what I'm hearing's all shed 

On the lyrical tip 

Na, I ain't feeling ya kid 

We gave ya, something to jock, 

but it wasn't no thing, like Bobby, 

gave Whitney a rock but it wasn't no ring (Drinks Party) 

And I'm a keep at 'em, crossing my fingers as Eve 

Says, keep at 'em, I'm going down on Louise 

And I'm a reek havoc 

Little man with a big pen 

I got dirty habits like a nun in a pig pen 

Like drinking, smoking, cursing, sucking 

Titties representing the city I grew up in 

We lay the path so you got a way in 

It's Hilltop, the three stars at the holiday inn. 

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It's your round! 

If ya hangin' at the back of the bar 

So just bounce! 

Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car 

We turn it out! 

Hilltop we been down since 

Back in the days... I'm the clown prince! 

It's your round! 

If ya hangin' at the back of the bar 

So just bounce! 

Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car 

We turn it out! 

Hilltop we been down since 

Back in the days when I was a teenager 

Next up, when I get loose and they fail 

Open the lot, the naked truth and the truth is for sale 

So when I leave ya 

Ya fucking with my pride I don't see though 

Typical MC 

My nuts don't match the size of my ego 

I seize an opportunity, cause they don't linger 

That glass ain't half empty it's half full 

That's why I'm a table drinker 

Think your on Pressure's level? 

Only think type bro, betcha at my shows dressed in several of your wife's clothes 

An arrogant fucker 

Damage and suckas master fleet, huh, 

If I married ya mother ya still wouldn't be half of me 

You should run from me 

Fuck battaling, ain't nothing sweet, 

'Cause I won't beat ya to the punch I'll punch ya to the beat 

Don't get offended by the rubbish that we pump in the street 

My foots always in my mouth they just can't stomach defeat 

I'm a master these until it's hard to breath 

It's Hilltop we the first to come, last to leave. 

It's your round! 

If ya hangin' at the back of the bar 

So just bounce! 

Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car 

We turn it out! 

Hilltop we been down since 

Back in the days... I'm the clown prince! 

It's your round! 

If ya hangin' at the back of the bar 

So just bounce! 

Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car 

We turn it out! 

Hilltop we been down since 

Back in the days when I was a teenager 

Man I'm smooth like, Marlon Brando at thirty 

At my peak like, Marlon Brando at fifty 

And I'm fat like, Marlon Brando at seventy 

Fuck it, no one sick can ever better me (no one man) 

And half the time half my crew could drink the bar, 

and half these cats and half of what they think they are 

We independent, a sign on the line 

The day me giving you the finger as a sign of the times 

Man the rhymes are designed to try this is but why this is 

I had rewind to try to find this is man, 

I just recline and mind my business, 

and I'm thinkin' lines of rhymes of rhyme stitches, 

of the mind of the lines thats time for my... Ay! What the fuck! 

At ten when does the kill 

They stab ya neck with the finger until you've bled and my quill 

This veteren's ill, thinkin' you can better my skill 

Ya need medicine chill, with Pressure vendetta's for real. 

It's your round! 

If ya hangin' at the back of the bar 

So just bounce! 

Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car 

We turn it out! 

Hilltop we been down since 

Back in the days... I'm the clown prince! 

It's your round! 

If ya hangin' at the back of the bar 

So just bounce! 

Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car 

We turn it out! 

Hilltop we been down since 

Back in the days when I was a teenager