Clown Prince
Hilltop Hoods Lyrics
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Na it's your round
Oi it's your fucking round man I got the last fucking round!
Hey you still owe me five anyway bro! You get the round!
Fuck! It's your round dude.
It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days... I'm the clown prince!
It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager
First up, on the dolcet tones,
Of the Craigieburn projects,
Suffa MC came to take you home
I drip lyrics like spits, spit lyrics like drips
In the arms I'll lick ya spirit with my miracle web, web
'Cause what I'm hearing's all shed
On the lyrical tip
Na, I ain't feeling ya kid
We gave ya, something to jock,
But it wasn't no thing, like Bobby,
Gave Whitney a rock but it wasn't no ring (Drinks Party)
And I'm a keep at 'em, crossing my fingers as Eve
Says, keep at 'em, I'm going down on Louise
And I'm a reek havoc
Little man with a big pen
I got dirty habits like a nun in a pig pen
Like drinking, smoking, cursing, sucking
Titties representing the city I grew up in
We lay the path so you got a way in
It's Hilltop, the three stars at the holiday inn.
It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days... I'm the clown prince!
It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager
Next up, when I get loose and they fail
Open the lot, the naked truth and the truth is for sale
So when I leave ya
Ya fucking with my pride I don't see though
Typical MC
My nuts don't match the size of my ego
I seize an opportunity, cause they don't linger
That glass ain't half empty it's half full
That's why I'm a table drinker
Think your on Pressure's level?
Only think type bro, betcha at my shows dressed in several of your wife's clothes
An arrogant fucker
Damage and suckas master fleet, huh,
If I married ya mother ya still wouldn't be half of me
You should run from me
Fuck battaling, ain't nothing sweet,
'Cause I won't beat ya to the punch I'll punch ya to the beat
Don't get offended by the rubbish that we pump in the street
My foots always in my mouth they just can't stomach defeat
I'm a master these until it's hard to breath
It's Hilltop we the first to come, last to leave.
It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days... I'm the clown prince!
It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager
Man I'm smooth like, Marlon Brando at thirty
At my peak like, Marlon Brando at fifty
And I'm fat like, Marlon Brando at seventy
Fuck it, no one sick can ever better me (no one man)
And half the time half my crew could drink the bar,
And half these cats and half of what they think they are
We independent, a sign on the line
The day me giving you the finger as a sign of the times
Man the rhymes are designed to try this is but why this is
I had rewind to try to find this is man,
I just recline and mind my business,
And I'm thinkin' lines of rhymes of rhyme stitches,
Of the mind of the lines that's time for my... Ay! What the fuck!
At ten when does the kill
They stab ya neck with the finger until you've bled and my quill
This veteren's ill, thinkin' you can better my skill
Ya need medicine chill, with Pressure vendetta's for real.
It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days... I'm the clown prince!
It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager
The song "Clown Prince" by Hilltop Hoods is a rap song with a fast-paced but relaxed beat. The main theme of the song revolves around hanging out with friends and drinking at a bar. The lyrics are basically a conversation between friends trying to figure out whose turn it is to buy the next round, with some playful banter thrown in. The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "It's your round!" which reinforces this idea.
The actual verses of the song are where the Hilltop Hoods show off their lyrical prowess. Each verse is delivered by a different member of the group, and they all showcase their unique style of rapping. The verses cover a wide range of topics, from the group's humble beginnings to their current success, and from their drinking habits to their dedication to their craft. The idea of being the "clown prince" is mentioned a few times throughout the song, which seems to be a reference to their ability to make people laugh while also being serious and skilled musicians.
Overall, "Clown Prince" is a fun and catchy song that is perfect for hanging out with friends and having a few drinks. The lyrics are clever and the beat is infectious, making it a great addition to any party playlist.
Line by Line Meaning
Oi P it's your round
Hey P, it's your turn to buy a round of drinks for everyone
Na it's your round
No, it's actually your turn to buy a round of drinks
Oi it's your fucking round man I got the last fucking round!
Hey, it's your turn to buy drinks, I bought the last round
Hey you still owe me five anyway bro! You get the round!
You still owe me five dollars, so why don't you buy a round of drinks
Fuck! It's your round dude.
Oh no, it's actually your turn to buy a round of drinks
It's your round!
It's your turn to buy drinks for everyone
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
If you're standing at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Then you should just leave
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
Like you're having sex in the back of your car
We turn it out!
We make the party wild and exciting
Hilltop we been down since
We've been around since
Back in the days... I'm the clown prince!
Back in the days when I was young and foolish, I was the one causing trouble and being the life of the party
Back in the days when I was a teenager
Talking about the time when I was young and carefree
First up, on the dolcet tones,
Starting off with the sweet sounds of my voice
Of the Craigieburn projects,
Which is where I grew up
Suffa MC came to take you home
I came to take you on a musical journey
I drip lyrics like spits, spit lyrics like drips
I have an effortless flow when it comes to rapping
In the arms I'll lick ya spirit with my miracle web, web
I have the power to lift you up and inspire you with my music
'Cause what I'm hearing's all shed
Because all the other rappers out there are just making empty noise
Na, I ain't feeling ya kid
I don't like your style, kid
We gave ya, something to jock,
We gave you something to emulate
But it wasn't no thing, like Bobby,
But it wasn't anything special
Gave Whitney a rock but it wasn't no ring (Drinks Party)
Reference to the late Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston, and their tumultuous relationship
And I'm a keep at 'em, crossing my fingers as Eve
I'll keep going, in the hopes that I'll be successful
Says, keep at 'em, I'm going down on Louise
Reference to the rapper Eve's song 'Gangsta Lovin' where she sings about going down on a woman named Louise
And I'm a reek havoc
I'm going to cause chaos
Little man with a big pen
I may be small, but I have a big impact with my writing
I got dirty habits like a nun in a pig pen
I have some bad habits
Like drinking, smoking, cursing, sucking
Drinking, smoking, cursing and engaging in sexual acts
Titties representing the city I grew up in
Representing and showing love for my hometown
We lay the path so you got a way in
We've paved the way, so now you have a chance to succeed
It's Hilltop, the three stars at the holiday inn.
Hilltop Hoods, the three members of the group, are the stars of their own show
Next up, when I get loose and they fail
Next up, when I let loose and other rappers fail to impress
Open the lot, the naked truth and the truth is for sale
Bringing to light the harsh realities of the world, and the fact that truth can often be bought and sold
So when I leave ya
So when I'm done with my performance
Ya fucking with my pride I don't see though
If you're trying to mess with me and bring me down, I won't let it affect me
Typical MC
A typical rapper
My nuts don't match the size of my ego
I don't let my ego get too big
I seize an opportunity, cause they don't linger
I take advantage of every opportunity that comes my way
That glass ain't half empty it's half full
Seeing the good in a situation instead of focusing on the negative
That's why I'm a table drinker
That's why I prefer to sit down and enjoy my drink
Think your on Pressure's level?
Do you think you're as good as Pressure?
Only think type bro, betcha at my shows dressed in several of your wife's clothes
You're only capable of thinking, but at my shows you're probably the type to cross-dress in your wife's clothing
An arrogant fucker
I can come across as arrogant sometimes
Damage and suckas master fleet, huh,
I can dominate and defeat other rappers easily
If I married ya mother ya still wouldn't be half of me
Even if I became your stepfather, you still wouldn't be as talented as me
You should run from me
You should be scared of me
Fuck battaling, ain't nothing sweet,
Fighting other rappers in a battle isn't easy
'Cause I won't beat ya to the punch I'll punch ya to the beat
Instead of getting beaten to the punch, I'll create my own unique sound and style
Don't get offended by the rubbish that we pump in the street
Don't be offended by the low-quality music that we put out there
My foots always in my mouth they just can't stomach defeat
I may put my foot in my mouth sometimes, but I never let defeat bring me down
I'm a master these until it's hard to breath
I'm a master of my craft, to the point where I can do it effortlessly
It's Hilltop we the first to come, last to leave.
Hilltop Hoods are always there to start the party, and we're always the last ones to leave
Man I'm smooth like, Marlon Brando at thirty
I have a smooth style, like Marlon Brando did when he was in his thirties
At my peak like, Marlon Brando at fifty
I'm at the top of my game, like Marlon Brando was when he was in his fifties
And I'm fat like, Marlon Brando at seventy
Not a literal reference to Brando's weight, but rather my own experience and knowledge gained over time
Fuck it, no one sick can ever better me (no one man)
No one can ever surpass me in terms of skill and talent
And half the time half my crew could drink the bar,
My crew and I can handle a lot of alcohol
And half these cats and half of what they think they are
Most other rappers think they're better than they actually are
We independent, a sign on the line
We are independent artists, and we work hard to make our own path
The day me giving you the finger as a sign of the times
The day when I rebel against people who are trying to bring me down
Man the rhymes are designed to try this is but why this is
My lyrics are crafted to make you think and question things
I had rewind to try to find this is man,
I had to listen to my own lyrics over and over to really understand them
I just recline and mind my business,
I prefer to sit back and stay out of other people's drama
And I'm thinkin' lines of rhymes of rhyme stitches,
I'm constantly thinking of new rhymes and how they fit together
Of the mind of the lines that's time for my... Ay! What the fuck!
I'm in the zone, thinking about my lyrics, but then something interrupts me
At ten when does the kill
Referring to the classic movie 'Apocalypse Now', where the character Kurtz says 'I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream; that's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering along the edge of a straight razor... and surviving.' It's about pushing oneself to the limit
They stab ya neck with the finger until you've bled and my quill
People will criticize and put me down until I can't take it anymore
This veteren's ill, thinkin' you can better my skill
I'm a veteran at this rap game, and no one can surpass my skills
Ya need medicine chill, with Pressure vendetta's for real.
You need to calm down and accept that Pressure is the real deal
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: BARRY FRANCIS, DANIEL SMITH, DON ARGOTT, MATTHEW LAMBERT
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Katsumi-404
One of their most underrated songs, needs more attention
Beau Costelloe
Trust it gets attention at my house
K-leb
Underrated? I thought this was the most popular Hilltop Hoods track. It's certainly the one I remember the most and heard the most in my childhood.
Łukasz Lucas FS
Many songs need it man, many!
Adam Marsh
My personal fav
Munky Studios420
I will agree very underrated I mostly listen to rock and metal while most of my friends love anything rap related, yet I remember this classic hit just from the bass intro but they don't which is disappointing a metalhead knows about this hit.
Mr Levzz
Aussies best rap crew hands down
SkumbagSko
WHY AM I JUST DISCOVERING THIS TRACK AFTER YEARS?!? INSTANT VIBES!
kairi71502
i think i was livin' under a rock, i just heard of these guys, man they are awesome
callum graham
This was the first ever hiphop song I ever heard and I picked it on a dukebox at a pub in Adelaide.