[bad word] 
People see me in the street now
They wave at me and they ask me turn my beat down
Turn my beat down, turn my beat down
I tell em never I forever let my beat pound

[Verse 1]
I keep my speakers in the [bad word] just like that yay
Everybody where im from like that like that bass
Just cant wait till I get that whoopty just to ride threw the hood
Buy theyself an amp and hook some woofers up to it
If your [bad word] good and your 808 bumpin
Thats all that really matter you cant tell a [bad word] nothing
Nevermind what you ride when its dark outside
And theres broads outside, you just park outside
Pop your [bad word] and cut your music up loud
Now watch a crowd around bet they dig a [bad word] now
And my beat down low and my top let back
Now cut it to the max like I never said that (hey)
 [bad word] 
People see me in the street now
They wave at me and they ask me turn my beat down
Turn my beat down, turn my beat down
I tell em never I forever let my beat pound (hey)
Police ask to turn my beat down
He let me go, I turn the corner let my beat pound
Turn my beat down, wont turn my beat down
I tell em never I forever let my beat pound

[Verse 2]
When my girl ride with me, gotta cover my seat
Cuz that thang go to skeetin, and when I cut up my beat
Pumpin something Grand Hustle in a 96 bubble
Even amplify my tweeters so my music aint muffled
Your [bad word] in trouble if u pull up next to me
When its really up high you cant hear yourself think
Cause my speaker box the biggest [bad word] sound like a midget
Tryna get up out of there 15's stay hittin
We [bad word] from a distance out of everbodys vision
They dont matter what I'm playing, I make everybody listen
See I'm turning around wondering how I get so loud
Ears ringing all day cuz my [bad word] so loud
 [bad word] 
People see me in the street now
They wave at me and they ask to turn my beat down
Turn my beat down, turn my beat down
I tell em never I forever let my beat pound
Police ask me turn my beat down
He let me go, I turn the corner let my beat pound
Turn my beat down, wont turn my beat down
I tell em never I forever let my beat pound

[Verse 3]
When I pull up to the light and my [bad word] so high
People mad I dont see them cuz im sitting so high
Looking at me like they stupid they cant hear there own music
But aint nothing they can do they just gotta listen to it
Jackie chan in my [bad word] just like young dro
I love that song cuz the bass so low
They be setting off alarms
The sound like I drop bombs
Pumpin trick www . DUB [bad word] R.I.P. pimp c number 3 ridin dirty
Own it first I cut it up and make sure everybody heard it
Shaving swerving bumping young jeezy
Got him on the map best belive me when you hear me say I got it in my lap
In the trap bumpin old gizzle hot boy
Old lady on the porch holling wut is that noise
People asking me to cut it off
I roll my window down and I tell em it aint nothing dawg
 [bad word] 
People see me in the street now
They wave at me and they ask me turn my beat down
Turn my beat down, turn my beat down
I tell em never I forever let my beat pound