Sum 41 - What We're All About Lyrics

Nevertheless am I dressed for the occasion
It's number 32 now here's the situation
If the beat moves your feet then don't change the station
Now pack your bags cause you're leaving on a permanent vacation
Well, I'm a disaster
A microphone master
Put on a tape I'll rock your ghetto blaster
It's not about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts
It's about sweating all the bitches in the biker shorts
Now I'm Dave Brown Sound and you see me running late
Cause I'm always making time to make your girlie feel great
And I'm Bizzy D from way down town
I'm known to rock a mic like a king wears a crown
When I'm on top I'm gonna borrow that bootie
Hustling deals like Mickey Macoote
When I wake up I like a pound of bacon
Start off the day with my arteries shaking

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Rock! It's what we're all about
It's what we live for
C'mon shout it out

Well I bring down the house in every city we play
Just from pickin' up the mic' in the usual way
We rock and talk with a bass that's funny
We could even tear it up at a grade school party
Well I can keep the beat but I can't breakdance
It's hard to look cool in crazy pants
But I wear 'em anyway even when they look whack
It's my personal way to bring the 80's back
Gave up the life of servin' burger and fries
High cholesterol, gettin' grease in my eyes
I was drinkin' underage I belong on stage
Hello rock 'n' roll goodbye minimum wage
I'm teachin' you a lesson in mic' control
Makin' rhymes with my letters in my cereal bowl
Lucky number seven every dice I roll
Sum 41's on the prowl as the poon patrol!

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Well it's a point of confusion, I'm makin' one thing clear
and the rock we're bringin' is gonna install fear
And the power we control should be up here
We sold our souls to satan 2 times last year
Take a look to the point, to the point I'm makin'
We rock the ever with a so-called bacon
And when we get outta hand and bust up the room
JD is to blame for the Legion of Doom
'Cause I'm the B-I double Z-Y
You ain't better than me, I ain't your average guy
I like to watch girls shake it with a kung fu grip (wah!)
Well the goon platoon is on the breaks the tip?
We beat down London, we slayed LA
Got an APB on the jams we play
So when you're on the stage, cold, grabbin your cock,
But at least its something, new kings - of - rock!

It's what we're all about
It's what we live for, cmon shout it out!

Chorus