Clownin' - Brail, Fiyablasta

When I hit the floor, I’d rather pop lock than dougie

But everybody love it!

Every-Everybody love it!

So on the rare occasion you see me clubbing

You’re going to see me go wild out in public

I’m Clowning (4x)

Bro!

I get down, baby.

I get down

I’m Clowning (2x)

Verse 1: Fiyablasta

I kick in the door, then hit the floor

Until it’s closed!

Need I say more?!

(Oh, oh I do…)

Give me the microphone

I’m a fool with it like toys at the doc office

We winning over here, but act like we lost it

Moving like a noodle wet, group then we Booty Sweat

We ain’t Doug E. Fresh, but bet we «The Show» when we doing it

I used to move to all the tunes that taught you step 1 and 2

Or reverse it, rehearse it;

Perfect!

now lean like cursive do

But then them lyrics didn’t get me in the spirit

That’s why I don’t go clubbing, because I don’t want to hear it

But when I got to perform, before I don the stage

You’re going to see me dance Psy;

go into Gangnam phase

I don’t care how I look, just trying to have fun

Till my performance is done and then, man, I’m on the run

Because

Verse 2: Brail

This your favorite song!

LMFAO!

Man, your taste is gay!

And I mean that in a politically correct way

Because it sucks;

and I meant that in the best way

If you into that…

Dance circle: I’m about to get up into that

They ask first, «Are you still worried about the end of rap?»

But for now, bro, I’m turning dance flow to Cinemax.

Enjoy the show!

It’s about a jerk who lost his Halle pop locking, but now he’s cranking that

Hit that booty dew, lost his swag, but put some stank in that

Leg up on the competition;

they beneath him on the flow

Savior, but they dare not listen so he meets them on the floor

Greetings with a beating.

Got a beef then be leaving

Cause he swing doing he thing if you’re green beaned by he thing

Unless you’re into that…

That’s where I end my rap

(That verse was dumb!)

Yea… but I’m kind of into rap

Verse 3: Fiyablasta

I’m on my grind all by myself

So I tell girls, «I don’t need nobody else

Unless you’ll be my audience.

Otherwise, then your body is

Doing something beside me, just not foreplay forced upon me, miss.»

Yes, you’re attractive and I like the way you moving

But all them actions are creating an illusion

And I don’t trick so why even start the confusion

You’ll have to pardon when in the end I’ll be refusing

So let’s just get down to the beat not sheets

Cause I’m not playing around even if she’s like me

Just into dancing, but I ain’t taking chances

Cause when them hormones going, we know how the night advances

(Stop being romantic!) Oh yea, this is my dance hit

Ladies, move your feet, umm… and hips

Fellas off the wall and move unlike Bernie

You heard me kill it, so bring in the gurney