Tech N9ne - Loud (Feat. Bizzy, Alan Wayne, Irv Da Phenom) | Текст песни

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[Intro]

Hello Mr. Yates
This is Sarah from the Complex ClubHouse
I'm calling to tell you
That we've been getting complaints
From your neighbors about loud music late at night
If you can keep it low after 10pm it would be appreciated
Thanks!

[Chorus][Tech N9ne & Irv Da Phenom]

(Yeah I play my music loud!)
I bet you feel me comin' down the block
With that thunder in the trunk on N9ne
(You know I play my music loud!)
Yep I got them neighbors losin' 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.

[Bizzy]

Pulled up in a bucket
Blowin' on a blunt
Beat hittin like prrumpa-pomp-pomp
I don't crack I crease sound like a big bitch
In the back like a big bitch
Tryin' get up out a lil' niggas trunk
Turn heads for I even hit the block
Lil' kids runnin' up when they hear the beat knock
Cranked to the max whenever I pass cops
Heart Skippa beat whenever the bass drop
My shit is quaken
Got my rear-view vibratin'
Pulled up next my gran-mommy at the red light got her wig shaken
Gunna see her burp and its what im tastin'
Gunna do some baby makin'
Gotta chop that first then
Next three bitch
Look likes annihilation
Sunday mornin' round eleven
Roll by interuptin' a reverend
I'll prolly lose my hearin' by the time im twenty-seven
It's a shame
But I need that bang
So vibrate my frame
FPS my game
Have ta do a little switch up
Can I play against strange
I tell my Biatress to quit yappin'
Later on we gon get nasty
And you can do whateva you like to me
We can do it classy or get trashy
Matta fact we ain't even gotta go to the crib girl
We can do it in the back seat
But for now sit back, relax and let this beat massage your ass cheeks

[Chorus]

[Alan Wayne]

It's Smooth Prada
Jesus that nigga that came with the heat that you needed
Along awaited on, hella hated on
Hungry little nigga bought to eat until the plate is gone
Got the flamer on
Bout to step into the danger zone
Might as well go ahead and call the cops
Cause them loud ass next door neighbors is home
Yeah, and we comin' to tear the block up
Beat it loud, bang it like Blokka

Them witches jock us
That's why these niggas mock us
But they not us and its not just
Music with me and my partners
We don't put time in this bitch so how could you stop us
(Prada)
What?
(Gettum)
Can I get up in the middle for the money
For the women and the niggas in the city
That said I would never make it but im here now
Got it made now, Gettin' hoes now, gettin' laid now
So brotha lay down, gettin' paid now
You motha' fuckas shouldn't have nothin' to say now
Got a middle finger for y'all, scratch that
Man I ain't even thinkin' uh y'all, pass that
So pass the cat to the back where im sittin' at
Put your kitty cat on I laugh and I get it now
Roll the windows down and let the beats out
Alan Wayne and Strange you can't beat that now
That what its all about boy
Got me hatin' on a nigga
Cause a nigga got a little bita cloud boy
Shit talks, Shit anyways
So turn my mother fuckin' music up, shut your mother fuckin' mouth boy

[Chorus]

[Tech N9ne]

Better want me ta live at the end of my block
Cause when I get to the krilla I don't stop
Party'n my ladys, I pull up in the Mercedes
You know that we gunna BANG BIG SOUND
We kickin&

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