The Nosebleed Section Lyrics - Hilltop Hoods

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 flavour) 

Your flavour, 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!) 

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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 whisky straight, no chaser 

Went through fifty breaks, no flavour 

Till I found this one, and made the 

Bass hook with the drum, my saviour 

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 

Photos 

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)