Lyrics
soon as i pull up, hatas starin, peakin at my ride/
windows tinted, so they lookin, but they cant see whos inside/
my boys, 5-deep, as creep. we gon makin it/
always in the club, we makin dem hoes shake it/
they lookin who we be, soon as we step out the door/
icy whites hit the floor/
they ant lookin no more/
cuz they kno who i be, the w i double t/
they ant messin wit me/ cuz it'll coast'em a fee/
they ant gon take tht chance, we gon make them dance/
wit dis beat in my trunk, it gon make them glance/
wit dem alpines, bumpin, and dem hot chicks humpin/
in the back seat, on the back street its sumthin/
wit 12inch infinitys, bangin up the facinities/
u open up my trunk it'll blow u into ablivities/
from this constant, non stop, steddy heavaly BUMP/
as we cruisin down the road, wit dis BEAT IN MY TRUNK/
dis is just for dem freaks, tht shakin they butt cheaks/
on the floor, in the club makin a playas knees weak/
come on give me a peak, and ill put u in my song/
and then we can get it on, and do it all night long/
yaaaaaaah!!
take a ride baby, we gon colide baby/
come inside baby, and ill make u my lady/
ill get it, and hit it, spit it, bit it, tit it, and fit it/
flip it, rip it, and hip it, trip it, sip it, tip it and whip it/
my subs are hittin so hard wit an unbelieavable blast/
transferin the lows in the freqenty tht will shatter ur glass/
as i pass, im doin 30 in my 64/
no need to speed i just let it ride real slow/
my chevy real though, u can hear whts in the hood/
yah it sound real good, but u kno its understood/
back to the subs, my bass is makin the cars jump/
becuase of the lows tht are commin out my TRUNK/
2 door, hurst shift, wit the ghost paint/
smooth interior, wit the subs, tht'll make u faint/
always a complant, from my nieghobors, livin on my street/
5 seat, wit my boys, and we ridin to the beat/
(IN MY TRUNK) when the cops on my tail, i get away/
i kno one day ill pay, but hey, it wont be today/
cuz i lost from my trail, so now i kno im okay/
they prolly saw my licenes plate, but it was a hide-a-way/
so i continue to bump, as make my way down the street/
king kong ant nuttin to me as i put these cars in defeat/
so tap ur feet, cuz the music is high, and the bass is low/
the frequenty is incredible, its just outta control/
it'll make ur noose bleed, knock the wax out ur ears/
put stress upon ur heart, and knock off a couple years/
so just turn the bass up, and sing along to the song/
if ur trunk is layin low, from the weight of the king kong/
