Slapp

I'm in ya lane with my 
Lac Woofers bangin in the back 
Turn it up make it slapp 
Turn it up make it slapp 
Turn it up make it slapp 
I'm in ya lane with my 
Chevy Bass bangin so heavy 
Hope the whole world hear me 
Make it slapp yeah 
Turn turn it up yeah 
Make it slap yeah 
Make it slapp 
Make it slapp  
SS digital dash bucket seats 
Pipes hangin off the ass 
Trunk goin 
Gorilla the whole box frame rattlin glass 5 mph down the ave 
Doors swingin eyes hangin off the paintjob 
Sunlight flicker 
Stars give the same mirage bendin corners hard, showin off 
Foot hangin thru the door 500 horses stompin 
Got the whole hood bangin, bet they hear me out in 
Compton Right here from 
Harsh Ave 
Where it all started at 
Muscle truck extended cab 73 
Caprice choppin ****** lose they mind when they see it slapp 
Boppas love to hear it slapp 
Tv's in the front and back 
Pullin off 10 deep 
That's how we be rollin out showin out 15's 18's we be blowin out 
Volume to the max 
Never ever holdin back 
Weak ****** think they doin sumn until 
I pull up and drown em out   
Still unruly when we come thru ya residential 
Alpines beatin 18's crackin pencils 
Shatter muscle car dreams 
When the Chevy 
Impala leans 
From the flick of the switch 
Make it start dancin down the streets 
Like in New 
Orleans sounds like a second line is in the backseat 
Brass trumpet tootin 
Noise pollutin 
Dayton spokes cruisin 
Flip flop shine 
Got the block feudin on what color 
I'm ridin 
Sunk so low it looks like 
I'm hidin 
Queen passenger seat ridin 
Car reflects everything that 
I am Classic and old skool mixed with new skool 
Fully dressed new shoes cleaner than a whistle be 
Every time 
I pull up, stares, like they was missin me 
Sittin so high you need stairs when you enter the "V" 
Lookin down at my competition 
Remember when 
I didn't have a pot to piss in 
Now I got windows to throw it out of 
And 12 door speakers to blare it out of

I'm in ya lane with my 
Lac Woofers bangin in the back 
Turn it up make it slapp 
Turn it up make it slapp 
Turn it up make it slapp 
I'm in ya lane with my 
Chevy Bass bangin so heavy 
Hope the whole world hear me 
Make it slapp yeah 
Turn turn it up yeah 
Make it slap yeah 
Make it slapp 
Make it slapp [Verse 1: Stalley] 
SS digital dash bucket seats 
Pipes hangin off the ass 
Trunk goin 
Gorilla the whole box frame rattlin glass 5 mph down the ave 
Doors swingin eyes hangin off the paintjob 
Sunlight flicker 
Stars give the same mirage bendin corners hard, showin off 
Foot hangin thru the door 500 horses stompin 
Got the whole hood bangin, bet they hear me out in 
Compton Right here from 
Harsh Ave 
Where it all started at 
Muscle truck extended cab 73 
Caprice choppin ****** lose they mind when they see it slapp 
Boppas love to hear it slapp 
Tv's in the front and back 
Pullin off 10 deep 
That's how we be rollin out showin out 15's 18's we be blowin out 
Volume to the max 
Never ever holdin back 
Weak ****** think they doin sumn until 
I pull up and drown em out [Hook] [Verse 2: Stalley] 
Still unruly when we come thru ya residential 
Alpines beatin 18's crackin pencils 
Shatter muscle car dreams 
When the Chevy 
Impala leans 
From the flick of the switch 
Make it start dancin down the streets 
Like in New 
Orleans sounds like a second line is in the backseat 
Brass trumpet tootin 
Noise pollutin 
Dayton spokes cruisin 
Flip flop shine 
Got the block feudin on what color 
I'm ridin 
Sunk so low it looks like 
I'm hidin 
Queen passenger seat ridin 
Car reflects everything that 
I am Classic and old skool mixed with new skool 
Fully dressed new shoes cleaner than a whistle be 
Every time 
I pull up, stares, like they was missin me 
Sittin so high you need stairs when you enter the "V" 
Lookin down at my competition 
Remember when 
I didn't have a pot to piss in 
Now I got windows to throw it out of 
And 12 door speakers to blare it out of [Hook]