Boom-The Grouch

And the trunk roll slap With them big big thighs Is get her back to the room If you really go hard you know Just really how hard you go As a youth, I used to roll a station wagon With bad suspension, the tail was draggin It didn't have a system either So I filled the back with a bunch of house speakers Rusted paint, wood panel and It didn't matter I was still the man to them I always had the dopest tapes Crunchy highs, distorted bass Hit the schools, with my fools Ante up to get a pack of Kools Kept the jams in a paper bag MC Sham, and Ultra Mag It's critical beat down Girl put your seat down About to turn up the heat now You can ride shotgun till the cops come Jump trunk jack ain't a problem Hit the spot and make the ballers laugh But now they all ask for my autograph And now I gotta better wit But my systems still on some retro sh*t Still stuck in the days of old To turn up the bass in that stock stereo it goes... And the trunk roll slap With them big big thighs Is get her back to the room Boom, everlasting bass Crack your window wipers need some masking tape Never been one to run the beat it gives me juice When im rolling down the block You know it get me loose And its shakin down my spine Im breakin down my _________ My love and frequency's divine When I grab the microphone Im havin fun so get my point If you goin hate then get the f**k out of my room Cause my tune goes slap Amp live create, make the boom go bap Simplify speech keep it blue and black So you and I can travel to the moon and back Cause he and E been doin this here for many a year No way to tally up all the fear and all the tears No way to rally growth without lookin in the mirror Dont need a beer I got my fade right here And I like the way it feels Get em out their panties without takin off the heels Then get her off her man it might could take a little skill But im not the one to chase a b**ch to guard my grill Cause im a grown a** man Might look 21 but im a grown a** man Used to live in a hole Thats where I made my first grand I keep my slump up in my trunk it goes. And the trunk roll slap With them big big thighs Is get her back to the room Tell me what it takes to _______ and dont _______ Makin my case with bass no coc*ine Hit you high like my fly bass from france From another planet can you understand? Just playin, ain't sayin im goin act out Not a grouch really, im a gentleman Im a homebody, im a simpleton Im a pimp my pen until the earth burns Got hooks and lines, but im not an earthworm Kill the stereo types in the stereo Act like a black light acknowledge my glow We keep the bass low, like _________ Watch the place go dumb but I dont I can feel my face im conscious I go hard though the grind is monstrous Big bars, how far not on sh*t Sell it to the kids they want this And the trunk roll slap