Bring In The 808s ft. Utkarsh Ambudkar Lyrics

What's that, what's that sound?

Rich folks worry bout hittin into the sand traps

Me I keep It simple like I was spitting the handclaps

Matter fact, gimme a bit of that

Now add some delay, reverse it and make it slap

Now on the Two and Four, gimme a couple snaps

So they can hear this shit, bouncin way in the back

Now we cooking with gas

Now we ready to spaz

Now we tipping the glass

Now they shakin they ass

Now we top of the class

Ganesh's on the dash

But wait, we forgot to bring in the 808

We forgot to bring in the 808 (yup!)

We forgot to bring in the 808 (yup!)

Listen I was always handsome, even when I had the bowl cut

Coke rimmed glasses, elastic waist, so what?

Yeah we all designer now, yeah we grown up

I could do what I want now, y'all don't know us

I'm at least top 5 of any Indian guy who ever touched a mic

Without touchin a Mike

And I made a little money but more I touched ya life

I'm a vibe but I'll SMOKE you if you touch my wife

They say "Kaly you ain't ever had a hit"

That's no lie fam

I was spending time tryna find out who I am

Now me and UTK making jams while Shank slams

Wait! We forgot to bring in the 808

We forgot to bring in the 808 (yup!)

We forgot to bring in the 808 (yup!)

Sit inside the mind of a maniac

Matter fact, dive into the front seat

While I go numbskull on a dumb beat

Yum yum eat up other MCs

Move way too fast for the frat boys and the rich girls

Frosted tips, Abercrombie & Fitch girls

Botox bitch looking like they do lip curls

I digress, let me slow it down with the shit talk

Take a pit stop

Don't get mad at the white boy he wanna crip walk

Brown girls born knowing how to make their hips talk

But wait, they just want to hear the fuckin 808

Oooo lemme hear the 808!

Oooo yeah, all I wanna do is hear a little 808

Oooo ayyy, wanna hear the 808

Ayyyy, wanna hear the 808!

Livin life, I thought I saw Joe Pesci in a Rav 4

Mama said this is what I got the gift of gab for

So I could paint pictures, Van Gogh with a passport

And I ain't playin fuckin games, nah this ain't the App Store

Nah, this is me and my posse on horseback

You are just a lame, you tryna get your whore back?

Me? I'm in the lay-flats, resting like I'm Snorlax

I been on a run boy, I been yelling MORE LAPS

Look at me Karsh, ain't these boys so lax?

We go off the dome and give you just what ya soul lacks

Me I'm on the battlefield, I'll fight em with my sole axe

WAIT, time to cut em with that 808!

What's that, what's that sound?

We forgot to bring in the 808 (yup!)

What's that, what's that sound?

We forgot to bring in the 808 (yup!)

What's that, what's that sound?

We forgot to bring in the 808 (yup!)

What's that, what's that sound?

We forgot to bring in the 808 (yup!)