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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,(wooooo!)
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 (wooaah!),
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)
I got hip-hop taste buds,
I wanna hear that bass when I make love,
I 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 hoody can hide I,
Gets 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 saki with mafia,
Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with Gaddafi 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, It's not for the money
And it's not for the applause, no
Oh no no nooo (Its 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)
You know I looked around, for faces I'd know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row,
(ho how)
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,(wooooo!)
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 (wooaah!),
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)
I got hip-hop taste buds,
I wanna hear that bass when I make love,
I 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 hoody can hide I,
Gets 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 saki with mafia,
Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with Gaddafi 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, It's not for the money
And it's not for the applause, no
Oh no no nooo (Its 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)
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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When I thought about it I realized the band is trying to share with ALL the fans the feeling of being on stage and being song writers. I was never actually sure if the "nosebleed section" is a play on the idea of being high up in the bleachers that your nose bleeds or so close to the speakers that your ears bleed.
This song goes off aye! I was at the brizzy gig on friday and the whole place was bouncing! ahaha great times =D
this life turned out nothing like I had planned
is a cover of these days by powderfinger
coz 2 me it sounds similar to how the line is sung in that song
--ilovethetunz15
I didnt know about that. haha but they call it the nose bleed section cos when some people get really high in the air their noses start to bleed.
so in america when your at a concert arena, if your in the nosebleed sectioin your in the very back at the top of the arena
nose nosebleed section is at the very top in the back not the front
but this song is still kick ass
I remember when I saw the Hoods at Big Day Out, standing amongst all the RATM fans over on the next stage, and me and my friend were the only ones there who liked it. I knew every word, and I was getting some weird looks... But it was awesome!
This is for the heads that’s loving the mix,
My people in the front, all covered in spit!
Ive rocked it in the nosebleed section a dozen times and ill never get sick of it...
Hope they play at byron - splenour in the grass - this year
A standard Monopoly board game only has like $14,500 in it. so he bought heaps of the games to have half a mil!