Ooft Ponda Baba song by Hilltop Hoods from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap, Australia, Aussie Hip-Hop music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
Ooft Ponda Baba Meaning
| [[Verse 1: Suffa] 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 suffer? Want them nuts on your chin like Ponda Baba? Nuh-uh [Pre-Chorus 1: Suffa] 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 [Chorus: Suffa] 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-di-dow-da-de-de-da-di-day , [Verse 2: Pressure] 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 tryna 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 [Pre-Chorus 2: Pressure] 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 [Chorus (Extended): Suffa] 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-di-dow-da-de-de-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-di-dow-da-de-de-da-di-day , [Scratches: DJ Debris] “Man, drop it” “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” “Ooft” “What’s happened?” “I’ve got a different idea” “Ooft” “Drop that” “Drop it” “Allow me to show you something” “Ooft” “What’s that?” “Alright”] |
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