"Matadores" lyrics
Wax & DJ Hoppa Lyrics
(feat. Palmer Squares)
Big Wax, DJ Hoppa, Palmer Squares
Step into the ring like some matadores in cazadores hace calores
Olé, olé, we be in the ring like every day
Fucking with us, it ain't no way José, José
Olé, olé, olé, olé, olé, o- (uh)
I've been on a yacht-yacht listening to yacht rock
Used to hit the rock bottom, now, I'm on the top-top
I was spitting heat rocks, y'all was playing hopscotch
You about to be the top spot on my chopping block
(Ay-ay) Painting on the beat like I'm Basquiat
(They say) Magnifique is the ambiance
(Vacate) On a beach in a tropical spot
You ain't great, you will leave in a ambulance
Step up and respond
I'll hit you back when I'm done fucking your mom, cousin, and aunt
I've been a savant ever since I was an infant
I'm out in France ordering a couple dozen croissants, ayo
Oui oui, yes yes, we be the best-best
Mi nombre es-es W-A-X-X
Excessively fresh, blessed with extra finesse
You don't wanna test, by you, I am unimpressed (I digress)
Olé, olé, we be in the ring like every day
Fucking with us, it ain't no way José, José
Olé, olé, olé, olé, olé, o- (yeah)
I've been in the ring-ring (hello?)
Caller ID, Big Wax, Term & Ac, that's the dream team (oh)
Leave a message at the beep, beep
It's the MVP, leader of a two time three-peat
You know the name, I'm the one they wanna be like (yeah)
Jumpman got the league buzzing like a beehive (bzz)
I make the verse sound sick
One trilogy isn't nearly enough for this first round pick
'94, '95, back to back for the Rockets
By '96, there was no hope for the Sonics (ha)
The next two years, jazz music to my ears
2010, D. Rose with the poster on Dragić
Did you get the memo? (Woah) I'm from Chicago and I wanna go higher
Pump fake, lock and load, fire
Madison Ave, real champions don't slip (nah)
This is the last dance, and I'm back on my bullshit
Olé, olé, we be in the ring like every day (olé)
Fucking with us, it ain't no way José, José
Olé, olé, olé, olé, olé, o- (yo)
Hut-hut, king like Tut, eyes been wide, shut-shut
Who, where, when, why, what-what
Smooth like butter when I move like hoverboard
Crew cut, cutter for my dogs like mutt cuts
Couscous, pearls with the goose and the deuce-deuce
Crazy, got a screw loose, yup (It's the lug nut)
Fixed it, colder than a witch tit
Throw another bitch fit, I don't give a shit, shit, tough luck
Leak a gas track, that's a gas leak
You release a track, that's gas leaking through a pair of ass cheeks
Paps blew, ripping in a hot slice
Lifted at the ShopRite, past due, living in the spotlight (woo)
Uh, the cock crowing and the pigs squealing (ree)
Wig peeling since back when I was big wheeling (uh)
Not loaded, but it could be at a moment's notice
Blow a donut hole through my opponent, but I don't condone it (bwah)
Olé, olé, we be in the ring like every day
(Get it? I don't condone it, I don't- I Dunkin' Donut)
Fucking with us, it ain't no way José, José
Olé, olé, olé, olé, olé, o-
Step into the ring like some matadores in cazadores hace calores
Olé, olé, we be in the ring like every day
Fucking with us, it ain't no way José, José
Olé, olé, olé, olé, olé, o- (uh)
I've been on a yacht-yacht listening to yacht rock
Used to hit the rock bottom, now, I'm on the top-top
I was spitting heat rocks, y'all was playing hopscotch
You about to be the top spot on my chopping block
(Ay-ay) Painting on the beat like I'm Basquiat
(They say) Magnifique is the ambiance
(Vacate) On a beach in a tropical spot
You ain't great, you will leave in a ambulance
Step up and respond
I'll hit you back when I'm done fucking your mom, cousin, and aunt
I've been a savant ever since I was an infant
I'm out in France ordering a couple dozen croissants, ayo
Oui oui, yes yes, we be the best-best
Mi nombre es-es W-A-X-X
Excessively fresh, blessed with extra finesse
You don't wanna test, by you, I am unimpressed (I digress)
Olé, olé, we be in the ring like every day
Fucking with us, it ain't no way José, José
Olé, olé, olé, olé, olé, o- (yeah)
I've been in the ring-ring (hello?)
Caller ID, Big Wax, Term & Ac, that's the dream team (oh)
Leave a message at the beep, beep
It's the MVP, leader of a two time three-peat
You know the name, I'm the one they wanna be like (yeah)
Jumpman got the league buzzing like a beehive (bzz)
I make the verse sound sick
One trilogy isn't nearly enough for this first round pick
'94, '95, back to back for the Rockets
By '96, there was no hope for the Sonics (ha)
The next two years, jazz music to my ears
2010, D. Rose with the poster on Dragić
Did you get the memo? (Woah) I'm from Chicago and I wanna go higher
Pump fake, lock and load, fire
Madison Ave, real champions don't slip (nah)
This is the last dance, and I'm back on my bullshit
Olé, olé, we be in the ring like every day (olé)
Fucking with us, it ain't no way José, José
Olé, olé, olé, olé, olé, o- (yo)
Hut-hut, king like Tut, eyes been wide, shut-shut
Who, where, when, why, what-what
Smooth like butter when I move like hoverboard
Crew cut, cutter for my dogs like mutt cuts
Couscous, pearls with the goose and the deuce-deuce
Crazy, got a screw loose, yup (It's the lug nut)
Fixed it, colder than a witch tit
Throw another bitch fit, I don't give a shit, shit, tough luck
Leak a gas track, that's a gas leak
You release a track, that's gas leaking through a pair of ass cheeks
Paps blew, ripping in a hot slice
Lifted at the ShopRite, past due, living in the spotlight (woo)
Uh, the cock crowing and the pigs squealing (ree)
Wig peeling since back when I was big wheeling (uh)
Not loaded, but it could be at a moment's notice
Blow a donut hole through my opponent, but I don't condone it (bwah)
Olé, olé, we be in the ring like every day
(Get it? I don't condone it, I don't- I Dunkin' Donut)
Fucking with us, it ain't no way José, José
Olé, olé, olé, olé, olé, o-
