Hook Up - Butterfingers

I might be skinny but to stop me gettin' 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 you’re 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 it’s 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

Every time 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 cookin' 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

Gotta stay connected

To the mad mad crew

We’ve got the hook up

That always comes through

To the mad mad crew