Team HQ Hooligans

  • Region
    Northern California
  • Affiliate
    Container CrossFit

I'm waking up at like eleven in the morning Playing by the rules, yo, it's just so boring I'm eatin' Captain Crunch for lunch Do I got issues, yeah man, I got a bunch Like late night fist fights, halfpipes and dirtbikes Yo I love 'em all so they label me an outlaw, but I still keep it raw You don't have to respect me, you can love me or hate me But I ain't gonna change and you ain't gonna make me The lyrical privilege, full player, living life on the edge Straight outta control, self-proclaimed asshole, and I am what I am ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm still a hooligan (hooligan) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thinkin' of my next hustle Lookin' for the next sorry fuck I can muscle Talkin' shit for the fuck of it Runnin' amock and still loving it A hoodlum role model chuggin' on a Jager bottle Mesh hat, t-shirts and baggy pants Puttin' in work over some bud plants Oh it's a hard life we live but nothing's changed Ever since I was a kid, so a fuck Is something that I still don't give Maybe it's in my genes, maybe I was born to be spiteful and mean But whatever it is, I wouldn't change a thing It's all about living life in the fast lane ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm still a hooligan (hooligan) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The west coast bruiser, five nine cruiser One hundred per cent, natural born loser That never sold out, not even once Dedicate my life to rockin' mics, dirtbikes and knockin' out fronts A menace to sobriety with a variety of mental problems I'm refusin' to quit till I hit rock bottom Addicted to cadillacs, jumbo Jacks, twelve packs and fat tracks The local bar superstar whose mind's scarred From punchin' the time card A strip club stalker, late night street walker A loner with the boner Tryna make some money but my printer's out of toner

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