Dumbfoundead - Tour Up lyrics

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Dumbfoundead - Tour Up lyrics

[Hook: Dumbfoundead] We roll up in your city and take over for the night Soon as we step out the van, we be feeling alright Smoke blowing out the window, refilling my cup We tour up, yup, we tour up, yup, we tour up [Wax] The hotel room we're staying in tore up [DFD] The old a** club we're playing in is tore up [Wax] The fans in the crowd are loud and tore up [Both] Yup, we tour up, yup, we tour up [Verse 1: Wax] Goodness gracious, great balls of fuego The van's flyer than the Spaceballs Winnebago At least it was when the tour was first starting up Now it smells like feet, and has trouble starting up We going hard as f**, tearing every market up Spark it up, ashes on the floor and burning carpet up And all the trees that I mention are free Cause we get hooked up every night, quite generously In the parking lot, people give us doobies and baggies Now the van's all mysterious like Scooby and Shaggy's I don't know who you people are But if you ain't part of the tour, female, you need to leave the car Another day, another show sellout Then we turn the hotel out, then roll the hell out Man, rock 'n' roll, never looking in the rear view Train wreck coming soon to a city near you [Hook] [Verse 2: Dumbfoundead] Got a DJ and a band, we crammed inside a minivan Hitting cities and signing titties of all my women fans I got a pen in hand, eenie meenie miney mo Squeeze 'em bring 'em nice and close, I'm just gonna sign em both We over here, I'm drinking the local beer We pounding more in one night than you did in your whole career The type that promoters fear, but the fans love Cause I'm the champ, put the amps and your hands up And get 'em high, just one night, Knocksteady and Scrublife You're not ready, got THC as my blood type My dude fans wanna smoke me out All my girl fans say they got an open house We k** shows with freestyles and prepared rhymes Call me the mayor, this city I have declared mine We travel roads, train tracks, and airlines With one mission: to blow back your hairlines [Hook 1] [Hook 2] Every crowd, every stage, every mic (Tour Up) Every blunt, every joint, every pipe (Tour Up) Girl I was whipped last night, was tore up Yup, we tour up, yup, we tour up Zo's throwing up the in the back, he's tore up Some ho's throwing up in his lap, she tore up We partying all over the map, we tour up Yup, we tour up, yup, we tour up [Outro: scratching] "From city to city" "Guess who's coming" "One mo' fo' the road" "We gon' lead this thang with this next tune"