[Verse 1: Crunk male MC, hollered over a booming 808] Tenth grade, coach looked down at me and tapped his clipboard twice Said the boy got heart, but low ceiling, take some good advice So I took it to the Cellar in a basement off of Vine Seven feet from floor to ceiling and a no-jumpin' sign First night that the 808 dropped, I went up and heard the thump Left a dent up in the tile, and the whole room took the jump Now the owner leaves 'em up there, says the dents are good for trade Every crater in that ceiling is a Friday that we made [Hook: Crunk male MC, full 808, hard claps, hollered crunk rap] They said I had a low ceiling, so I jumped till I dented it Seven foot of drywall and the whole room bent it Hold up! Every dent up there's a night that we meant it Low ceiling, no limit, y'all, jump till you spent it [Verse 2: female crunk MC Tasha, full verse, fast and rowdy] Five foot one, my name is Tasha, and I never touched the tile Every tall boy in the Cellar got some plaster in his smile They be duckin' through the doorway, they be crouchin' at the bar I go up as high as any of 'em and never get that far Hold up, let me do the math for every big man standin' there Y'all got seven foot of ceilin', I got seven foot of air Tell the coach to bring his clipboard and come measure what I clear I ain't never hit a ceiling, 'cause I never had one here [Hook: Crunk male MC, full 808, hard claps, the whole Cellar hollering] They said I had a low ceiling, so I jumped till I dented it Seven foot of drywall and the whole room bent it Hold up! Every dent up there's a night that we meant it Low ceiling, no limit, y'all, jump till you spent it [Verse 3: Crunk male MC, ceiling dent, the whole room jumps on the one, a thud lands overhead, then the 808 slams back] Saturday the coach came down, he's six foot five and grey Had to duck beneath the doorway, said he couldn't really stay Then the 808 came in and that man ignored his knees Went up with the whole room, y'all, and caught the tile with ease Now there's one dent by the speaker that the owner circled red Got the coach's name beside it and a knot up on his head Low ceiling, coach? I told him, rub the plaster off your hair It ain't low if you keep hittin' it, it means you're gettin' there [Final Hook: Crunk male MC, full 808, hard claps, the whole Cellar hollering] They said I had a low ceiling, so I jumped till I dented it Seven foot of drywall and the whole room bent it Hold up! Every dent up there's a night that we meant it Low ceiling, no limit, y'all, jump till you spent it [End]
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