Slappin' In the Trunk

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.] Mistah F.A.B live lav and I'm gettin bread Plus I run in the bay like I'm Roger Craig I be all in the city eatin lots of cheese With my young hyenas that be poppin E's Throwin up my tee's Puttin on my face Shake it like I'm shootin dice in every place When I hit telegraph, I roll through the hat store Buy 6 A's caps man then I'm good to go Tell AC I'll holla walk out the door Hop in my scraper, but I dont close the door Leave 'em wide open all the way back to Oakland My game behind the wheel is one of the dopest My tranny is slippin, but I'm still dippin' Police right behind me, & I ain't even trippin' A ticket ain't nothin' I get em all the time Police wanna hate but they can't stop my shine [Hook] Slappin' in the trunk Knockin' in the trunk Sounds like it must be a body in the trunk Cuz there'z Slappin' in the trunk Knockin' in the trunk Sounds like it must be a body in the trunk Shhh Dont tell nobody, Dont tell nobody Shhh Dont tell nobody... It's a body in the trunk [Verse 2: Young Uno] Rappin on the track wit Mistah F.A.B It's Wolf Pack in the field with Thizz E.N.T 15 slappin' in the trunk Thump, Thump Niggas hangin' out the scrapers goin' dumb, dumb It got more bass then the shit on the streets I'm like Shaq in Miami cuz I still bring the heat When the middle touch the pinky and that thumb go up It must be that lil nigga comin' fuckin' shit up From the city of the hyphy and the sideshow biz Doors open, trunk stumpin' nigga's scrapin' they shit Its that thumpin' in the trunk That knockin' in the trunk It must be them kickers that's fuckin up ya trunk Im still Lil Uno Young hyphy of the click And I go dumber then ya average special Ed kid You can call me crazy but I'm just a lil twisted Cuz I drop more bars then a candy called Twix [Hook] [Verse 3: Keon Kash] There's a heavy in the Chevy and I'm slappin' in the trunk Puffin on that purple man I'm stankin' like a skunk High ball on the on the scene gettin' stupid doo doo nuts On the flow hands high and I'm screamin' like what With my boy Across and I'm tryina floss Fitted caps white Tee and now feelin' like a boss Now I'm yokin' poppin' pease lookin' fresh in my white tee Baby get an eye, Im like oo I think she like me Boojie's poppin' nikes oo I'm hella hyphy Draft up in rhymes and in yo system like an IV Got no time for hood shit Trigga gettin' pulled shit But I scrape a nigga if he come here with that bull shit Fire on the track plus the beat gon slap Droppin' like a body like a bitch on the track So when you here me comin I be knockin' in the trunk But I probably gotta body up in my trunk