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