Arena Lyrics
| Song | Arena |
| Artist | The Skids |
| Album | The Absolute Game |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| B.O.B - Arena | |
| Splendidyang | |
| If anybody feeling fresh in the building | |
| Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now | |
| And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them | |
| I know they feeling me now | |
| And if you too fresh in the building | |
| Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now | |
| And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them | |
| I know they feeling me now | |
| And I'm still here with a lifestyle you would kill for | |
| Still here with the same shoes that I had on from the get-go | |
| Straight out of Atlanta, Georgia | |
| For any of y'all that didn't know | |
| And I'm never that hard to find because 420 is my zip code | |
| My back then couldn't get dro, cause back then I was this broke | |
| That's why I got so many hustles | |
| Bruh man from the fifth floor | |
| What would you do in the middle of the winter | |
| When the sun goes down and it gets cold? | |
| Growin' up in a house with no stove | |
| No doors, no walls, no windows | |
| And my brother was always fresher | |
| I would go to school in his clothes, when I did go | |
| So that's why now this the type of life that I live for | |
| Comin' up as a youngin', man some nights I would vomit | |
| I would throw up on myself cause I was so sick to my stomach | |
| Now I'm the shit, fix the plumbing | |
| Feel with my y'all, I'm this close | |
| Spent my whole life chasin' shit, where's nabisco? | |
| My past memories, I miss those | |
| Hey, all I can say is you get what you wish for | |
| If anybody feeling fresh in the building | |
| Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now | |
| And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them | |
| I know they feeling me now | |
| And if you too fresh in the building | |
| Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now | |
| And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them | |
| I know they feeling me now | |
| Let's go, hey | |
| I'm fresh off my pit-stop | |
| Flow airtight with no ziploc | |
| Get shit pop when my shit drop | |
| No hip-hop, this tip hop | |
| I'm back standin' at the tip top | |
| Where I belong, it won't be long | |
| ‘Til you hear me on a B.o.B song | |
| Some chick gettin' my skeet on | |
| To touch the sole of my feet, g | |
| You're gon' have to get your reach on | |
| I'm up all the way high, all the way fly | |
| On the ground and I'm off the radar | |
| Bernie madoff money, dawg | |
| Got killers paid off with it all | |
| I got the juice, could you place a call | |
| And we place a call to who place a call | |
| Don't get your part and not too hard | |
| I disregard what you say | |
| Back up the trunk and pass the buck | |
| Here's where I'm stoppin' today | |
| Got swag all on me, homie | |
| Can't wipe it away we too ill, ill | |
| That's how we got arenas, dumps, and stadiums feel | |
| How you feel? | |
| If anybody feeling fresh in the building | |
| Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now | |
| And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them | |
| I know they feeling me now | |
| And if you too fresh in the building | |
| Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now | |
| And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them | |
| I know they feeling me now | |
| And I'm still here with a black whip from the strange clouds | |
| And I'm still here with the same team, nigga stay down | |
| Still here for the east side | |
| Ain't a thing change but the bank account | |
| Hands high when I come 'round | |
| Cause I'm killin this shit nigga, hands down | |
| And I go hard, my passport's like a postcard | |
| Give a fuck if I'm solo, I'll go toe-to-toe with your whole squad | |
| With the soul of a soldier | |
| But even still I don't want no parts | |
| And no niggas with no hearts | |
| You cocksuckers need yo guards | |
| I'm throwed off for the most part | |
| A young dog with an old bark | |
| Flow dumb, but I'm so smart | |
| I compose art, call me mozart | |
| My nightlife's like a soap opera | |
| With two chicks like I'm noah's ark | |
| They got nice dresses with no bras with good bodies like “oh God!” | |
| From a poor child to on top like a mohawk | |
| But I always new I'd go far | |
| Like a gas truck with no bar | |
| So no applause, hold the applause | |
| Just put your hand up if you know the song | |
| If anybody feeling fresh in the building | |
| Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now | |
| And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them | |
| I know they feeling me now | |
| And if you too fresh in the building | |
| Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now | |
| And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them | |
| I know they feeling me now |
| B. O. B Arena | |
| Splendidyang | |
| If anybody feeling fresh in the building | |
| Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now | |
| And say damn I' m killing them, damn I' m killing them | |
| I know they feeling me now | |
| And if you too fresh in the building | |
| Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now | |
| And say damn I' m killing them, damn I' m killing them | |
| I know they feeling me now | |
| And I' m still here with a lifestyle you would kill for | |
| Still here with the same shoes that I had on from the getgo | |
| Straight out of Atlanta, Georgia | |
| For any of y' all that didn' t know | |
| And I' m never that hard to find because 420 is my zip code | |
| My back then couldn' t get dro, cause back then I was this broke | |
| That' s why I got so many hustles | |
| Bruh man from the fifth floor | |
| What would you do in the middle of the winter | |
| When the sun goes down and it gets cold? | |
| Growin' up in a house with no stove | |
| No doors, no walls, no windows | |
| And my brother was always fresher | |
| I would go to school in his clothes, when I did go | |
| So that' s why now this the type of life that I live for | |
| Comin' up as a youngin', man some nights I would vomit | |
| I would throw up on myself cause I was so sick to my stomach | |
| Now I' m the shit, fix the plumbing | |
| Feel with my y' all, I' m this close | |
| Spent my whole life chasin' shit, where' s nabisco? | |
| My past memories, I miss those | |
| Hey, all I can say is you get what you wish for | |
| If anybody feeling fresh in the building | |
| Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now | |
| And say damn I' m killing them, damn I' m killing them | |
| I know they feeling me now | |
| And if you too fresh in the building | |
| Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now | |
| And say damn I' m killing them, damn I' m killing them | |
| I know they feeling me now | |
| Let' s go, hey | |
| I' m fresh off my pitstop | |
| Flow airtight with no ziploc | |
| Get shit pop when my shit drop | |
| No hiphop, this tip hop | |
| I' m back standin' at the tip top | |
| Where I belong, it won' t be long | |
| ' Til you hear me on a B. o. B song | |
| Some chick gettin' my skeet on | |
| To touch the sole of my feet, g | |
| You' re gon' have to get your reach on | |
| I' m up all the way high, all the way fly | |
| On the ground and I' m off the radar | |
| Bernie madoff money, dawg | |
| Got killers paid off with it all | |
| I got the juice, could you place a call | |
| And we place a call to who place a call | |
| Don' t get your part and not too hard | |
| I disregard what you say | |
| Back up the trunk and pass the buck | |
| Here' s where I' m stoppin' today | |
| Got swag all on me, homie | |
| Can' t wipe it away we too ill, ill | |
| That' s how we got arenas, dumps, and stadiums feel | |
| How you feel? | |
| If anybody feeling fresh in the building | |
| Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now | |
| And say damn I' m killing them, damn I' m killing them | |
| I know they feeling me now | |
| And if you too fresh in the building | |
| Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now | |
| And say damn I' m killing them, damn I' m killing them | |
| I know they feeling me now | |
| And I' m still here with a black whip from the strange clouds | |
| And I' m still here with the same team, nigga stay down | |
| Still here for the east side | |
| Ain' t a thing change but the bank account | |
| Hands high when I come ' round | |
| Cause I' m killin this shit nigga, hands down | |
| And I go hard, my passport' s like a postcard | |
| Give a fuck if I' m solo, I' ll go toetotoe with your whole squad | |
| With the soul of a soldier | |
| But even still I don' t want no parts | |
| And no niggas with no hearts | |
| You cocksuckers need yo guards | |
| I' m throwed off for the most part | |
| A young dog with an old bark | |
| Flow dumb, but I' m so smart | |
| I compose art, call me mozart | |
| My nightlife' s like a soap opera | |
| With two chicks like I' m noah' s ark | |
| They got nice dresses with no bras with good bodies like " oh God!" | |
| From a poor child to on top like a mohawk | |
| But I always new I' d go far | |
| Like a gas truck with no bar | |
| So no applause, hold the applause | |
| Just put your hand up if you know the song | |
| If anybody feeling fresh in the building | |
| Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now | |
| And say damn I' m killing them, damn I' m killing them | |
| I know they feeling me now | |
| And if you too fresh in the building | |
| Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now | |
| And say damn I' m killing them, damn I' m killing them | |
| I know they feeling me now |
| B. O. B Arena | |
| Splendidyang | |
| If anybody feeling fresh in the building | |
| Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now | |
| And say damn I' m killing them, damn I' m killing them | |
| I know they feeling me now | |
| And if you too fresh in the building | |
| Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now | |
| And say damn I' m killing them, damn I' m killing them | |
| I know they feeling me now | |
| And I' m still here with a lifestyle you would kill for | |
| Still here with the same shoes that I had on from the getgo | |
| Straight out of Atlanta, Georgia | |
| For any of y' all that didn' t know | |
| And I' m never that hard to find because 420 is my zip code | |
| My back then couldn' t get dro, cause back then I was this broke | |
| That' s why I got so many hustles | |
| Bruh man from the fifth floor | |
| What would you do in the middle of the winter | |
| When the sun goes down and it gets cold? | |
| Growin' up in a house with no stove | |
| No doors, no walls, no windows | |
| And my brother was always fresher | |
| I would go to school in his clothes, when I did go | |
| So that' s why now this the type of life that I live for | |
| Comin' up as a youngin', man some nights I would vomit | |
| I would throw up on myself cause I was so sick to my stomach | |
| Now I' m the shit, fix the plumbing | |
| Feel with my y' all, I' m this close | |
| Spent my whole life chasin' shit, where' s nabisco? | |
| My past memories, I miss those | |
| Hey, all I can say is you get what you wish for | |
| If anybody feeling fresh in the building | |
| Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now | |
| And say damn I' m killing them, damn I' m killing them | |
| I know they feeling me now | |
| And if you too fresh in the building | |
| Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now | |
| And say damn I' m killing them, damn I' m killing them | |
| I know they feeling me now | |
| Let' s go, hey | |
| I' m fresh off my pitstop | |
| Flow airtight with no ziploc | |
| Get shit pop when my shit drop | |
| No hiphop, this tip hop | |
| I' m back standin' at the tip top | |
| Where I belong, it won' t be long | |
| ' Til you hear me on a B. o. B song | |
| Some chick gettin' my skeet on | |
| To touch the sole of my feet, g | |
| You' re gon' have to get your reach on | |
| I' m up all the way high, all the way fly | |
| On the ground and I' m off the radar | |
| Bernie madoff money, dawg | |
| Got killers paid off with it all | |
| I got the juice, could you place a call | |
| And we place a call to who place a call | |
| Don' t get your part and not too hard | |
| I disregard what you say | |
| Back up the trunk and pass the buck | |
| Here' s where I' m stoppin' today | |
| Got swag all on me, homie | |
| Can' t wipe it away we too ill, ill | |
| That' s how we got arenas, dumps, and stadiums feel | |
| How you feel? | |
| If anybody feeling fresh in the building | |
| Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now | |
| And say damn I' m killing them, damn I' m killing them | |
| I know they feeling me now | |
| And if you too fresh in the building | |
| Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now | |
| And say damn I' m killing them, damn I' m killing them | |
| I know they feeling me now | |
| And I' m still here with a black whip from the strange clouds | |
| And I' m still here with the same team, nigga stay down | |
| Still here for the east side | |
| Ain' t a thing change but the bank account | |
| Hands high when I come ' round | |
| Cause I' m killin this shit nigga, hands down | |
| And I go hard, my passport' s like a postcard | |
| Give a fuck if I' m solo, I' ll go toetotoe with your whole squad | |
| With the soul of a soldier | |
| But even still I don' t want no parts | |
| And no niggas with no hearts | |
| You cocksuckers need yo guards | |
| I' m throwed off for the most part | |
| A young dog with an old bark | |
| Flow dumb, but I' m so smart | |
| I compose art, call me mozart | |
| My nightlife' s like a soap opera | |
| With two chicks like I' m noah' s ark | |
| They got nice dresses with no bras with good bodies like " oh God!" | |
| From a poor child to on top like a mohawk | |
| But I always new I' d go far | |
| Like a gas truck with no bar | |
| So no applause, hold the applause | |
| Just put your hand up if you know the song | |
| If anybody feeling fresh in the building | |
| Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now | |
| And say damn I' m killing them, damn I' m killing them | |
| I know they feeling me now | |
| And if you too fresh in the building | |
| Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now | |
| And say damn I' m killing them, damn I' m killing them | |
| I know they feeling me now |
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