[Verse 1: Miami bass party MC male, chanted and bouncing over the 808s] Saturday, the sound-off at the flea market lot Hundred trucks in candy paint, and every one is hot Chrome on chrome, subs stacked from the tailgate to the cab Judge with a meter on a clipboard and a face like a crab Then I pull up in a minivan, beige, with a dent in the door Booster in the back and some cereal on the floor And the whole lot laughin' like they paid to see a show Big Hector with the lifted truck says "Papa, where you go?" "Swap meet's on the other side, the diapers in aisle three" I just smile, pay the twenty, and I park it by the tree [Hook: Miami bass MC, chanted, the 808s booming] Y'all was sleepin' on the van, y'all was sleepin' on me Beige paint, slidin' door, and a booster in the seat Hit one switch, now the whole lot jumpin' to its feet Can't nobody sleep on me, can't nobody sleep [Verse 2: harder, the electro bass hits stabbing] Hector goes first, and I give it to him, he's loud Shook a couple cans of soda, got a little bit of crowd One fifty on the meter, and he's posin' on the hood Hollerin' at the minivan like "Top it if you could" So I walk around the back and I pop the slidin' door Eight eighteens where the third row used to be before Four batteries underneath, wired by my cousin Dee Pulled the cupholders, put in breakers, ran the cable under me My abuela rides up front with earplugs to the store And she says it sounds like church, and then she asks me for some more [Hook] Y'all was sleepin' on the van, y'all was sleepin' on me Beige paint, slidin' door, and a booster in the seat Hit one switch, now the whole lot jumpin' to its feet Can't nobody sleep on me, can't nobody sleep [Sub Drop: everything cuts except one long low 808 hit that rattles the whole mix, then the beat crashes back] One switch [Verse 3: Miami bass MC, chanted harder, the full beat back] Judge's clipboard left his hand and landed on the roof Hector's mirrors hit the gravel, and I got the video proof Every car alarm in the lot went off at the same time Windshield on the lifted truck got a crack across the shine Meter says one sixty-two, and the meter man's in shock Pigeons left the flea market, the dogs ran round the block Now they're all around the minivan like "Mister, how you do it?" Beige paint, sliding door, baby, nothin' really to it Then I drove home down Seventh Street at two o'clock with it on Every porch light flicked on, every window, every lawn [Hook] Y'all was sleepin' on the van, y'all was sleepin' on me Beige paint, slidin' door, and a booster in the seat Hit one switch, now the whole lot jumpin' to its feet Can't nobody sleep on me, can't nobody sleep [End]
