[Hook: Jeering hyphy male MC, full chest, shouted] Windows up, but the whole block heard you Plates on the rattle and the trunk sang too All week long saying my record don't move Now you red at the red light, rocking to the groove [Verse 1: Jeering hyphy male MC, jeering, loud and cocked back] Every Monday he post it with the same little sigh Says my songs ride stiff and they don't make you slide Says a kid on the bus could have cooked it at lunch Says nobody real ever put it in the trunk Says the slap in the low end is a slap in the face Says the hill won't knock it, it's a waste of the space And I let it all ride, never typed one back Cause the street got a way of returning the smack [Hook: Jeering hyphy male MC, full chest, shouted] Windows up, but the whole block heard you Plates on the rattle and the trunk sang too All week long saying my record don't move Now you red at the red light, rocking to the groove [Verse 2: Jeering hyphy male MC, jeering, story mode, loud] Sunday night on the hill and I'm rolling to the store At the light on Grand, there's a coupe at my door Tinted gray two-door with the windows down wide And a grown man in the seat going dumb inside Head going side to side with his shoulders to his ears Got my second verse word for word like he had it for years Then he look to his left and he catch my grin And the blood left his face and the soul left his skin Hit the button so hard that he bent back his thumb Glass going up slow while the subs going dumb But a trunk is a speaker and a speaker's a snitch Got my chorus on the corner like a door-to-door pitch [Bridge: Jeering hyphy male MC, sideshow spin, shouted, beat goes full hyphy] Light stay red and the corner come alive Doors swing open, the whole hill outside Cousins in the street and the smoke get thick Spin it round his bumper while he praying for the click Come on, sing it with your chest like you did before Whole block heard it, ain't a secret no more [Verse 3: Jeering hyphy male MC, jeering, colder] Now the light go green and he stall it twice Engine coughing like it heard some good advice Monday morning, guess what, there's a brand new post Says my record still stiff and he hates it the most Funny how the stiff songs living in your ride Funny how you know where the second verse hide Keep typing, partner, I can hear you through the glass Your subs tell the truth every time that you pass [Final Hook: Jeering hyphy male MC, full chest, shouted] Windows up, but the whole block heard you Plates on the rattle and the trunk sang too All week long saying my record don't move Now you red at the red light, rocking to the groove [Outro: Jeering hyphy male MC, laughing, beat rides out and the last low note rings and fades] Windows up, but the whole block heard you Light is green now [End]
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