I might be skinny but to stop me getting thinner
Waitresses hook me up with my lunch and my dinner
I know every face in the place in the Valley
And when I'm outta cash they put my hash browns on the tally
Or they shout me they wanna know about the shenanigans
It's a dull day without me yo
Like Joe Cocker when I wake up I'm a shocker
Pass on the latte they know I like a moccha
In this mecca's neck of the woods I get respected
And one thing I know is that it's good to be connected
Everywhere I go I get discounted clothes
Free entry at shows for me and all my bros and sisters
I rap the tongue twisters and if you don't like it you can come and kiss this
Cause I'll be doin' it while your still fuckin' around
You call me lucky like I found twenty bucks on the ground
I got the hook up
That always comes through
You gotta stay connected
To the mad mad crew
I got the hook up
That always comes through
You gotta stay connected
To the mad mad crew
Break out the bag bring it back to the bucket
Better get a bit of credit cause I never said fuck it
Choppin' up ya nugget cuttin' beats on the regular
Coughin' up chunks and delete all competitors
Bullshit I said its the full clique
I hang with the cool kids that I went to school with
Some get pregnant the crew gets bigger
I figure the family will grow but I'm happy to deliver
Break beats not babies and make these rhythms
Blaze these joints from Enoggera to Wynnum
All the women in the area make some noise
Everytime I kick a rap with the Valley Trash boys so
Fuck toys and bullshit artists
Cause doublehats knows home's where the heart is
Spark this ism with my closest mates
We roasted fate with bros in the pineapple state
Ate Marijuana cake for breakfast
To wreck this emcee collectors of resin and readily
Fingers that are buttery stoned utterly immaculate
And suddendly I come back to it
We've got the hook up
That always comes through
You gotta stay connected
To the mad mad crew
We've got the hook up
That always comes through
You gotta stay connected
To the mad mad crew
I'm sharp like a thistle and I whistle like a scud
Missle this old man standing here is my blood
It's the butterfinger boys here to tell you whats up
Anton turn the amps on and crank 'em up
So the the crowd can hear us louder and clearer
Got ya head rockin' like a shot of opal nera
I don't drive a Camira but it's all good
Still rollin' in the Holden (not the Kingswood!)
Hangin' for a hit of the shit we're cooking up
I'm on it like a comet so I keep ya lookin' up
Tonight we're rollin' dice so it's time I shook 'em up
I always liked it on the mic so it's time I took it up
As a profession and I'm guessin' it's a natural progession
From here to fame but the game is a messin'
With my head better off dead?
No I think not cause look what I've got
We've got the hook up
That always comes through
You gotta stay connected
To the mad mad crew
We've got the hook up
That always comes through
You gotta stay connected
To the mad mad crew
Butterfinger motherfuckers have got the hook up
That always comes through
You gotta stay connected
To the mad mad crew
We've got the hook up
That always comes through
The mad mad crew
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