Boom

The Grouch: Bass in the track And the trunk roll slap Seats leaned back Man the beats so fat It goes boom Baby kinda fly With them big big thighs All you tryin to do Is get her back to the room And go boom Make it slump Make it bounce Make it pound Pound it out If you really go hard you know Just really how hard you go Slug: As a youth, I used to roll a station wagon With bad suspension, the tail was draggin It didn't have a system either So I filled the back with a bunch of house speakers Felt like a champion The windows rattlin' Rusted paint, wood panel and It didn't matter I was still the man to them I always had the dopest tapes Crunchy highs, distorted bass Hit the schools, with my fools Ante up to get a pack of Kools Kept the jams in a paper bag MC Sham, and Ultra Mag It's Critical Beat Down Girl put your seat down About to turn up the heat now You can ride shotgun till the cops come Jump trunk jack ain't a problem Hit the spot and make the ballers laugh But now they all ask for my autograph And now I gotta better whip But my systems still on some retro shit Still stuck in the days of old To turn up the bass in that stock stereo it goes... (chorus) Eligh: Boom, everlasting bass Crack your window wipers need some masking tape Never been one to run the beat it gives me juice When im rolling down the block You know it get me loose It goes boom And its shakin down my spine Im breakin down my penmanship My love and frequency's divine So make room When I grab the microphone I'm havin fun so get my point If you goin hate then get the fuck out of my room Cause my tune goes slap Amp live create make the boom go bap Simplify speech keep it blue and black So you and I can travel to the moon and back Cause he and E been doin' this here for many a year No way to tally up all the fear and all the tears No way to rally growth without lookin' in the mirror Don't need a beer I got my fade right here it goes boom And I like the way it feels Get em out their panties without takin' off the heels Then get her off her man it might could take a little skill But I'm not the one to chase a bitch to guard my grill Id rather chill, Cause im a grown ass man Might look 21 but im a grown ass man Used to live in a hole Thats where I made my first grand And ever since then I keep my slump up in my trunk it goes.. (chorus) Eligh: Tell me what it takes to jump and dont land Bakin' my cakes with bass no coke and Hit you high like my fly bass from France From another planet can you understand? The Grouch: Blow the speakers Blow her back out Just playin, ain't sayin im goin act out Not a grouch really, im a gentleman Im a homebody, im a simpleton Im a pimp my pen until the earth burns Got hooks and lines, but im not an earthworm Kill the stereo types in the stereo Im a hero to tikes Im your nephews idol my rap's his Bible Act like a black light acknowledge my glow We keep the bass low, like Geico And watch the place go dumb but I don't I can feel my face I'm conscious I go hard though the grind is monstrous Big bars, how far not on shit Sell it to the kids they want this