| And the sub go
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| With the tweeters go
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| The whole speaker blow
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| My jam is
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| Bassy, loud, loud, loud, loud, loud, loud, loud, loud
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| Bassy, loud, bassy loud, loud, loud, loud, loud
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| This beat will beat you down, down, down
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| Beat you down, down, down, down
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| Beat down
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| Down
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| Sucka (sucka)
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| Earning one ear at a time with a strong bar
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| Got the bass on blast in my mom’s car
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| Up so loud, you can hardly breathe
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| Knock the taste out your mouth, can we party please?
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| Rollin' to your crib, we ain’t said a word
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| We can barely move, this 808's absurd
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| All beats, all day, they don’t check for words
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| Gold tips, trunk rattling and bless the burbs
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| This beat will beat you down
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| Biting Holyfield’s ear in at least 3 rounds
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| Glass Joe, King Hippo, the whole thing simple
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| I rock on tempo to rock the God temple
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| The body rock, da dit dee dot, the subwoofer
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| We got a lot banging your block, these onlookers
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| Knowing what time is it, my momma’s PT
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| Top down, yo, but the speakers is up easy
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| My jam is
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| Big beat bama like a bottle of deuce deuce |
| Revenge of the nerds, pour it all on my fruit loops
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| I’m talking to myself, you think I’m on a bluetooth
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| My trunk rattling, I guess that I got a screw loose
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| When I’m in the ride and I’m vibrating
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| We don’t talk, don’t speak, no conversating
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| So mirror, mirror, on the rear view
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| Who’s the dopest MC, I can’t hear you
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| Why you shake so much?
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| Them factory speakers can only take so much
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| Rolling hard coasting with no brake, no clutch
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| Stuck in neutral, all up in a gray tour bus
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| Preacher pray for us
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| It’s real life, this system gonna blast apart
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| The water bottle on my dash look like Jurassic Park
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| I got my windows down, you gonna feel me
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| My speakers sound broke, my momma is gonna kill me
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| But yo, I like bass |