Hooligan’s Holiday Ringtones

I'm on a holiday Hooligan's holiday, yeah Drop dead beauties stompin' up a storm Lines of hell on our face Bruised bad apples crawling through the night Busted loose, runaway, runaway Always, always a thrill without a motive And 30 days, such a haze Everybody wants a piece of the action, no way Everybody wants a piece of the pie, yeah, yeah We're on a holiday Hooligan's holiday I'm on a holiday, hooligan's I gotta get away Hooligan's holiday We're on a holiday, hooligan's, yeah Cross-eyed derelicts are comin' Iron horse between our legs Tattoos, black manes flowin' Every day's a holidaze Everybody wants a piece of the action, yes, I do Everybody wants a piece of the pie They want a piece of mind We're on a holiday Hooligan's holiday I'm on a holiday, hooligan's I gotta get away Hooligan's holiday We're on a holiday, hooligan's Modern times and new blood pumpin' Only the strong survive Everybody wants a piece of the action, no way Everybody wants a piece of the pie I gotta get away We're on a holiday Hooligan's holiday I'm on a holiday, hooligan's I gotta get away Hooligan's holiday We're on a holiday, hooligan's Everybody wants a piece of the action You better get away Everybody wants a piece of the pie We're on a holiday Hooligan's holiday We on our way

Yeah, nothin' new We just fight, where you at? Come outside We just fight, where you at? Come outsi-i-i-i I'm gonna rap, boom bap Y'all gonna ask "Who's that?" Motherfucker came straight from the mid-west Love me the south confederates I ain't ever heard no better shit Y'all sound a lot like Cheddar Bob You don't even know what cheddar is Probably should go and get a job? Y'all motherfuckers makin' us look bad Do this in my sleep like no look pass Lookin' like kids with a big book bag First day of school 'bout to get whoop ass You know I got a whole can of that You look gay like a fanny pack I ain't tryna hear that tranny rap This shit gon' make your granny mad This grown man shit, hold that bitch Take a photo, you know Kodak bitch? You climbin' up the wrong tree, no way down Nobody knows you in your town I show up and y'all show love You show up nobody gives a fuck Must suck to suck go chase some clout I'm up so high I'm chasin' clouds I'm a hooligan, live and die for the dangerous shit I'm a goon again, old school new scars nothin' new to them Yeah, nothin' new We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) Country Casanova knock the dust up off my flannel Now I do feel like a star they got me actin' like a vandal I got guards outside my house, I got drones up in the air I got cars at both my houses, never been a dealer player Yeah, the police watchin' me like T.I. back in 2010 Prolly 'cause I got an army base I'm postin' on the 'Gram Yeah, they done blocked me off my socials They done shadow banned reactors They done tried to shut my shows down, we Metallica them bastards And last year my best shit was the Range Rover song Now my homies like "Hey fuck these junky ass cars" No weed in the seat with the back filled up with top soil Then I chopped the top off, it gets rained on Mother Nature hits me up like "Damn son nice car" Yeah, that last line was a light bar No not the one on your truck I mean an actual light bar Take a photo then send that shit pop flash that photosynthesis I make weapons with words that sell, occupation wordsmithmenship I'm a hooligan, live and die for the dangerous shit I'm a goon again, old school new scars nothin' new to them Yeah, nothin' new We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan)

I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm still a hooligan (hooligan) I'm waking up at like eleven in the morning Playing by the rules, yo, it's just so boring I'm eatin' Captain Crunch for lunch Do I got issues, yeah man, I go a bunch Like late night fist fights, halfpipes and dirtbikes Yo I love 'em all so they label me an outlaw, but I still keep it raw You don't have to respect me, you can love me or hate me But I ain't gonna change and you ain't gonna make me The lyrical privelige, full player, living life on the edge Straight outta control, self-proclaimed asshole, and I am what I am I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm still a hooligan (hooligan) Thinkin' of my next hustle Lookin' for the next sorry fucked? muscle Talkin' shit for the fuck of it Runnin' amock and still loving it A hoodlum role model chuggin' on a Jager bottle Mesh hat, t-shirts and baggy pants Puttin' in work over some bud plants Oh it's a hard life we live but nothing's changed Ever since I was a kid, so I fucked with somethin' that I still don't get Maybe it's in my genes, maybe I was born to be spiteful and mean But whatever it is, I wouldn't change a thing It's all about living life in the fast lane I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm still a hooligan (hooligan) The west coast rewser, five nine cruiser One hundred per cent, natural born loser That never sold out, not even once Dedicate my life to rockin' mics, dirtbikes and knockin' out fronts A menace to sobrierty with a variety of mental problems I'm refusin' to quit till I hit rock bottom Addicted to cadillacs, jumbo Jacks, twelve packs and fat tracks The local bar superstar whose mind's scarred From punchin' the time card A strip club stalker, late night street walker Alone or with the boner Tryna make some money but my printer's out of toner I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm still a hooligan (hooligan)

Hey The logo on the blimp Head got me talking like a pimp How you want it, uh Your sister, your momma, I'm bangin' on both (ooh) Brought a rack like I'm hangin' a coat Call your folks, tell 'em you good (you good baby) I fucked you like the little engine it could "Hey Chase, what you have?", the logo on the blimp (I did though) Steady bread got me walking with a limp (with a limp though) Steady head got me talking like a pimp (like a pimp) "How you wan' it?", I'm like Bubba with the shrimp (bubba) The tape drop and it's making it dim You took the truth and you're making it bend (wassup) Let the bitches tell you that I came in to win (I came in I would) I be all up in it like I'm paying it rent (all up in it) Watch me jig in my pretty penny pants (uh-huh uh-huh) My song come on, my head bop, I don't dance (uh-huh uh-huh) Like Donkey Kong, it's on bitch, bring your friends And your thon-th-thon, like cisco where your mans (Cisco) Jumpin' in my bag like a birkin (birkin) I don't do no 9-5 workin' (workin') Lunch break on my instagram lurkin' (lurkin') Fresh tat, on the interstate swervin' (swerve) Back in '98, hoppin' out my momma (awoo) Secret weapon, had been had it like Osama (uh, yeah) Punctuated, don't go easy on the commas (comma) I want all the chicken in the land by mañana (chicke, uh) White nelly this country, grandma (uh-huh) Put it on wax like I caught it on camera Clang-bang-clang, Charlie Manson with the hammer The beat on death row, in Montgomery, Alabama Like right before I right to this shit, uh (wait) You prolly risked your life for this shit, huh (hey, yeah) Kick and screaming bite for this shit Put yo' sweet caroline on a flight for this dick, uh (hey) Cook a bitch 'bout 40, short bus shorty I'ma split my pack with my woadie Doja with pill like Zack with the Cody A Zooey Deschanel in my lap getting cozy (getting cozy) Hit me up to bone it Hoe, I bet yo' daddy don't condone it I go Berry White if you wan' it (yeah, yeah) And she said "Ooh-ooh-ooh, I love you Chase" Right, I love you too Your sister, your momma, I'm bangin' on both (ooh) Brought a rack like I'm hangin' a coat Call your folks, tell 'em you good (you good baby) I fucked you like the little engine it could "Hey Chase, what you have?", the logo on the blimp (I did though) Steady bread got me walking with a limp (with a limp though) Steady head got me talking like a pimp (like a pimp) "How you wan' it?", I'm like Bubba with the shrimp (bubba) Bubba Bubba, Bubba Bubba Bubba, Bubba

This tune is specially livicated to the ancient Predestors from Jamaica, I say! Hooligan roots of the streets Fire wicked man a fire babylonian Hooligan roots of the streets Fire burn a fire governmental Hooligan roots of the streets Fire burn a babylonian wicked Hooligan roots of the streets Fire governmental Ja mam reggae wydrapane w sercu jak tagi w tramwajach Każda nowa pulsacja moje tętno podwaja A ja idę Grochowską jest koniec maja Junior Reid w słuchawkach zagaja Gorgu lewą ręką macha bo Gorgu jest szmaja Bum! Za rogiem stoi już cała zgraja W klubie sound system, ktoś krzyczy, "More fire!" Ale nagle ale nagle podchodzi jakiś pajac Frajer ma gajer nadaje tani bajer Gadką o kabonie trąci jak zajzajer Ja tańce na stole wolę ja wolę reggae sztajer Idź pan do cholery, bo nudzisz w rzeczy samej A kiedy już z kokainy zrobiony będzie śnieg And snowing snowing snowing Kiedy dziewczyny man manekiny będą miały przyciski play For love Kiedy nie będzie można mieć spoza playlisty płyt A tę listę TV poda Wtedy my będziemy stać za rogiem i nawijać Git reggae bit git reggae bit Bo to muzyka bez koko bo to muzyka bez portfolio Nikt się nie ugina pod platynową kolią Bo to muzyka bez curriculum vitae Bomby bomby napompowane reggae bitem Tem te te tempo te te te temat Nogi wyginałby a nawet denat Ślę uśmiech sępom odpalam reggae agregat Bo jeśli ma płonąć babilon musi się zjarać schemat Hooligan roots of the streets Fire wicked man a fire babylonian Hooligan roots of the streets Fire burn a fire governmental Hooligan roots of the streets Fire burn a fire burn wicked man Hooligan roots of the streets Fire burn governmental Idiotyzm się pleni muzyka świata nie zmieni Ale czasem warto sięgnąć do korzeni W TV ludzie nieprawdziwi gadają jak nakręceni My mam muzykę o smaku płomieni A kiedy już z kokainy zrobiony będzie śnieg And snowing snowing snowing Kiedy dziewczyny man manekiny będą miały przyciski play For love Kiedy nie będzie można mieć spoza playlisty płyt A tę listę TV poda Wtedy my będziemy stać za rogiem i nawijać Git reggae bit git reggae bit Git reggae bit git reggae bit

Listen my brother and understand Don't play like a donkey if you're really a man You don't fool a soul when you wear sharp studs Your mouth is dirty and you cuss a bad word Hooligans, hooligans make up your mind Hooligans, hooligans this is the time Hooligans, hooligans make up your mind Mother been weeping We were no more strangers (yes I pray) We were more than friends (battles came down) Yet the battles were splintered all over the place Hooligans, hooligans make up your mind Hooligans, hooligans this is the time Hooligans, hooligans make up your mind Always come up and always rude Smashing things and breaking rules Man what do you think you are A little beast for sure Hooligans, hooligans make up your mind Hooligans, hooligans this is the time Hooligans, hooligans make up your mind Can't a woman's tender care (return you now) Change from all the child she beared We were no more strangers (yes I pray) We were more than friends (battles came down) Yet the battles were splintered all over the place Hooligans, hooligans make up your mind Hooligans, hooligans this is the time Hooligans, hooligans make up your mind Hooligans, hooligans make up your mind Hooligans, hooligans this is the time Hooligans, hooligans make up your mind Hooligans, hooligans make up your mind