Move Your Body

[Intro: ChillinIt] Oi, Kam From the Aus to the UK, brah, fuck me dead Shell it [Verse 1: ChillinIt] Hold up, just roll up the joint Lemme burn this ash right down to the roach Hold up, we rolled up the kush, went shhhh That's the sound of the smoke Grams of ganja in the land down under When the cash roll through that’s the sound of the ghost Get rowdy, shut down the show Then go stage to stage and shut down the coast, like ah Too many eyes like Apple, got it on lock like grapples You could get tackled, girl gets cuffed like shackles I don't give a fuck, let's battle, get shipped like apparel I keep buds in a barrel, what you’ve heard, no cattle You can't stop me, you can't block me Step the brothers just like Will Ferrell, I don't tell tattles I tell fibs, the top spot, I call dibs I stay smoked, just like ribs, I hate beef Get money, get rich, get rich Get rich, motherfucker, I was cooked for days You want rhymes? I got books and page Cunts on stage like, "Reel up the deck" Now the DJs laugh and then looks away I jump on stage and I shell like petrol stations The hotel's my destination And my bars so sick, I'm seeing red like menstruation When I chill with a sexy Asian Nasty, chopped like parsley I'm the premier league, just like Barclays I stay stoned 'cause I’m riddled with weed I smash glassies, bong for bong, I get nasty You’ll get knocked out the 'Ville like Johnny I still smoke O’s like Steve Bam, I was done like Ryan Bodied, you're a jackass, please No stuntman but I still stunt, man Spin like a redback whenever I hunts, man Sesh rap, better in a blunt, man I'll be blunt, man, I don't give a fuck, man [Chorus: ChillinIt] You don’t give a fuck 'bout me, I see You don't give a fuck 'bout me, I see You don't give a fuck 'bout me You don't, you don't, you don't You don't give a fuck 'bout me (Give a fuck 'bout me) I said, you don't, you don't You don't give a fuck 'bout me, argh [Verse 2: Kamakaze] You don't give a fuck about me, what's a man to do? I have to tell them bounce like kangaroo Big Kamdog, no man to answer to Is it good morning or good afternoon? Well, depends on the hemisphere Is it a VB, or is it a Stella beer? Man a murk him again for the seventh year Tell all my haters you can shed a tear, like Hold tight, my Aussie folks See man come around like collie bods And if they're holdin' their sticks like hockey clubs Take more than your skin like body scrubs, well Guess I call second dibs Man a whip to the nit like sedatives Swear us men are distant relatives Authentic shit, never edited Got the gang to call a cunt or force a front with I'm the kind of guy your wifey might fall in love with She heard the UK talk and loved it Now you and her don't walk in public They say everybody needs good neighbours Well, everybody needs hood favours They say everybody needs good neighbours Well, everybody needs hood favours [Verse 3: ChillinIt] Oi, didn't think I would hit the raw? Go six-six-six till I hit the floor Hit this spliff and I praise the Lord A hypocrite, what the fuck did you take me for? Fuck friends in the end, never made the call That's why all that chase paper rorts Me and my brothers all hate them all That's probably why all that hit a paper cord [Bridge: ChillinIt] I get money, fuck hoes, stay chill Get, get money, fuck hoes, stay chill Get, get money, fuck hoes, stay chill Get money, fuck hoes, stay chill Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get Get, get money, fuck hoes, stay chill Get money, fuck hoes, stay chill Get money, get money, fuck hoes Stay chill, chill, chill [Chorus: ChillinIt] Give a fuck 'bout me You don't give a fuck 'bout me, I see Give a fuck 'bout me You don't give a fuck 'bout me, I see Get money, fuck hoes, stay chill Get money, get money, get money, get money, hahahaha Argh