Yeah I play my music LOUD! I betcha you feel me coming down the block The thunder in the trunk gon' knock You know I play my music LOUD! And yup I got the neighbors losing sleep From the way I crank it up and let it beat Yeah Turn it up like (Boom boom boom boom) Let it beat like (Bang bang bang bang) Turn it up like (Boom boom boom boom) Let it beat like (Bang bang bang bang) Turn it up like (Boom boom boom boom) Let it beat like (Bang bang bang bang) Turn it up like (Boom boom boom boom) Let it bang Let it bang
[Verse 1] Pulled up in a bucket, blowing on a blunt Beat hittin like brrrump bump bump Crack I crease sound like a big bitch In the back trying get up out a little nigga trunk Turn heads for I even hit the block Lil kids running up when they hear the beat knock Crank it to the max whenever I pass cops Hearts keep a beat whenever the bass drop My shit is quakin got my rearview vibrating Pulled up next to my gran momma at the red light got her wig shaking Seeing purple is what I'm tasting Finna do some baby making Gotta chop ta sixfy sitting next to me Bitch lookin like some nialating Hey sunday morning 'round eleven robot erupting in the reveren I'll probably lose my hearing by the time I'm twenty-seven It's a shame But I need that dang To vibrate my frame ABS my game Have to do a little switch up can a a player get strange I tell my biatrice to quit yappin later or we gon' get nasty You can do whatever you like to me, we can do classic or get trashy Matter fact we ain't even gotta go to the crib girl we can do it in the back seat For now sit back relax and let this beat massage your ass cheeks
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[Verse 2 - Prada] It's WHO Prada Jesus that nigga that came with the heat that you needed Loving the way it all hella hated on Hungry little niggas 'bout ta eat till the plate is gone Gotta flamer on, 'bout to step into the danger zone Mind as well go ahead and call the cops 'cause 'em loud ass next door neighbors are home Yeah And we come up to tear the block up Beat it loud banging like blocka, them bitches jock us That why these niggas mock us but they not us, and it not just Music with me and my partner, we done put time in this bitch so how can you stop us Prada (WHAT) Get 'e Can I get up in the rhythm of the money For the woman with 'em other niggas in the city to shred now I'll never make let 'em hear now, Got it made now, Gettin' hoes now Gettin laid now Cause when I getta laying down, Gettin paid now You motherfucker shouldn't hella from the say now Gotta middle finger for yall scratch that I ain't even thinkin' of ya'll Pass that So pass the gat to the back Where I'm sitting now with the kitty cat I'ma laugh when I'm gettin' now Roll down the window and let the beat slap (??) and strange you can't beat that That's what it's all about Paul Don't be hatin' on a nigga cause a nigga gotta a little bit of cloud boy Shit talk shit down anyways Shut your motherfuckin' mouth BOY
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[Verse 3 - Tech N9ne] They don't want me to live in the end of my block 'cause when I get to the killer I don't stop Partyin' with the ladies I pull in Mercedes you know we gonna BANG BIG SOUND We kickin' it loud at 3 o'clock on the spot Pouring liquor around we doin' shot till we drop Every once in a while we get a knock from the cops saying TURN SHIT DOWN Yup My neighbors probably wishin' I resided in hella prison 'cause they always tellin' me and mack to turn down our Television And we got it into our stereo, you would think the scenario running lights I got the mic when the bass kick hit very low I can't help 'cause I like it loud I hype t