more bass, more treble
Singer:e-40
more bass more treble more volume tune the light
more bass more treble more
more bass more treble more volume tune the light
more bass more treble more volume tune the light
look up in my head and you'll prolly see a cannon
last man standing if niggas get the blastin'
california bear and you looking like salmon
cooler than the phantom with us there's no fam-ous
truly on the wasted with us they're no shaming
pump jackie chan and trunk van dam and
hating on the family you slumped in the fam
and my hoes pop on handstands
put'cha ass to sleep rollin sweets by the grand fam
my nigga so high he prolly never ever land
and if he did he prolly end up somewhere in japan
with lean in my socky i'm rockley and teriyaki
she wanna sucky sucky got her hands in my jocky
you know what i needs when i turns out the party
through the soil just got my whip fixed
trunk sounding like chewbacca try'na get up out that bitch
with the ness-naked chick best believe
i'm talking on my sidekick she rollin' up her weave
i don't live in this world no mo
cause i be high as flying soarer fuel
and i don't hang around niggas that ain't cool
i'm talking about to the point where you don't shallow don't wanna hang around you
nice guys finish last and stay broke
bad guys finish first and push dope
i'm a money motivator not a playa hata
brought my chevy from a fiend not the auto trainer
around and bumped into a fella once po but now he got it made
millionaire now but repeated the seventh grade
you can tell by the way that this boss walking
i'm a bay boy; i like to hear myself talking
i'm number 24 when it come to sick wid it
on my screen and eagle pipes hella loud
got'cha bitch ass sitting on crocodile
bullets flying through your front screen
yet anybody is subjected to get the fuckin' bidness
mo volume that a make the trunk jump