Lyrics:
it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm, cause she stared
Don't know
I'm in show biz
Sets in the hood want me for dead
So I paint my tag on they forehead
Stick your little 'kay by my taggin'
You can fit twenty clowns in
a Brooklyn bass
Find another bunny with a Brooklyn bass
Find another bunny with a Brooklyn bass
Find another bunny with a
Look
Time on the watch don't mean
that there Walkman huh?
(The new "Gas Face" rewrote'd by KMD
It's kind of funky with a lot of bass)
Yeah but I bet you wonder where
They got the bass
the light on
By 4 a.m., feins lined up By 5 a.m., my whole pie gone
Bass on me, I'm back pumpin' Rap ain't the only thing buzzin
Ride through the hood
you get
So stick a hook up my ass and pull some real shit
I'm like a juggernaut just goin' for your jugular
I'm like a two-bit hood just finished
go the bass, nigga
Come to the hood, show you how to motor chase, nigga
Choke your punk ass out, neck brace nigga
I just bought a plastic Glock less
Wax!
Hot!
Scoping his hood out the back of the trunk!
Chopper it Mike the way that bitch dunk!
Shot that boy in forest he ran off like gump!
Run
Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods
It's ripped, one thing
and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went
Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods
It's ripped, one thing
and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went
money, so I slang that bass
I give a fuck if it's wrong, see I do it for the do
All the Bloods in the hood on the block, they love me
All the Crips
City of riders one thing about us
If it's about getting paid you can call us
We ride Cadillacs and Chevys
Pop the trunk let the bass drop heavy
City
GTA"
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing
that GTA"
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Renn' durch die Hood, müssen U-Bahn fahr'n
Gott schenkt uns Licht, muss mit Herz bezahl'n
Im Zentrum der Hood wurden viel geschnappt
Bruder, ich
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
dropping that bass (Uh)
Spitting them bars
(yeah) , here's a little taste
Motherfucker, I'm that hood
Smoking that backwoods like a fiddle
I'm Jay-Z mixed
the honor roll
If you never counting on me, tell me what you counting for
Bass loud, windows down, screaming out Geronimo
Back for the first time, backed by
in the hood trying create the next winner that'll be gone til november somewhere hot in December. I brought you along like I couldn't do it alone I
speed up
She like it fast so I speed up
Slow down, Do that thang witcho tongue
New round, Got that bass with the drum
Touchdown, Like a pack in my hood
My beats bang like sum muthafuckin drummer boys
Im makin hella noise
My bass beating up my truuunk
In my trunk
I like muzik i can buuump
In my trunk
_(cropped).jpg/300px-Hilltop_Hoods_(7235438760)_(cropped).jpg "Hilltop Hoods")
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