Kick ons at Conors, hey? Yeah likely to get sloshed Got pitted, like so pitted brah. [Verse 1 Dj Chrisyelroy] Wake up, da morning, on Bronte Beach Aussie swagger is present, noone else can compete The smokes in the air, got you feeling no care The animals are dancing And the ganja makes the birds go Makes the birds go Cookedaburra sitting in the old gum tree [Verse 2 Dj Chrisyelroy] Im a reggae man, dont you understand? Celebrate the loving from London to Japan Im the instrument of your desire, listen closely Ill make you higher Never tire, come man and light the baptismal fire and the Bass, goes through your nose and permeates all the way to your toes Having kickons with the bros, I suppose, As a result of a garden hose Who knows? I just smoke and doze with the hoes [Breakdown Steph Leroy] Im a bad, boy, original toy He comes the dj chrisyelroy [Verse 3 Dj Chrisyelroy] When the boyz, are back in town No spinnin, no pinnin, no wiggin, no nimbin, no mucking around On the ground to this sound, passed out at 7 My squad is more on point that in Oceans Eleven Now listen to this, before you deliver your kids, a moment of bliss! Weak drank, stacking bank and smokeadadank until it stank Bidi on my left, and a billy on my right, so freaking tight We all be getting roots tonight, da da da da da Lah lah lah dee dah Lah lah lah dee dah [Outro Dj Chrisyelroy] So pick up the legend, called Bob Marley And get rowdy with the boys in Eastern Australie The dolphins and the whales in the ocean be cruzin And noone hits it better than Elliott Gruzin
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