G-Eazy, Nef The Pharoah - Too Loud lyrics

Yeah

My license plate is rattling and
My trunk go boom (Boom)
Bay to the universe and back to the moon
(To the moon)
Fixture, I'm a factor, I'm a boss tycoon
(Yee)
My dick smelled like two chicks before noon
(Before noon?)
Where were you in '06, was you there?
(Were you there?)
You were staying inside being good
You a square since kindergarten
Swear I kept it all player
Google my prom picture
I was hyphy with braids in my hair
Long before I ever went on tour
Used to cop white tees from the liquor store
But I always knew that I
Was destined for more
And now my socks are Gucci
And my drawers Tom Ford
Nah, nah, don't make me go back
To that black hoodie with a
Turf beanie flipped back (What's that?)
Nah, nah, you wasn't really there
(You wasn't really there)
It was somethin' in the water
It was somethin' in the air (Ayy)

I can't hear you, my bass too loud
I can't hear you, my trunk too loud
I can't hear you, my slap too loud
Hold up, shut the fuck up, hell no
I can't turn it down
I can't hear you, my bass too loud
I can't hear you, my trunk too loud
I can't hear you, my slap too loud
Hold up, that's five-o, real quick
Go turn it down

Some heem in a scraper and
Some purple in the air
I'm all in her ear, I'm a California bear
The times were different
Folks like me is rare (Like me is rare)
I don't know, man
I mean you had to be there
It was a time, oh, can we start from the top?
A ripper is a runner and a runner is a bop
And if she's bop-ular
She gon' give you good top
Man, the game is thick
I mean this thing don't stop
I can't blap this if it's not loud
I'm tryna make Droop-E and Rick Rock proud
I'm tryna climb up, I'm to the tip-top now
And I still tell a beezy
Go and kick rocks now
You ain't grow up on Mac Dre
You ain't grow up on Keak
You ain't grow up on Turf Talk
You ain't grow up on Team
You ain't grow up on Water
Them styles is hecka unique
You ain't grow up on Fab
Well then we can't even speak

I can't hear you, my bass too loud
I can't hear you, my trunk too loud
I can't hear you, my slap too loud
Hold up, shut the fuck up, hell no
I can't turn it down
I can't hear you, my bass too loud
I can't hear you, my trunk too loud
I can't hear you, my slap too loud
Hold up, that's five-o, real quick
Go turn it down

Big Nef
I could buy the Bay if I spend a check
Bitches say I sound like Dre
That just mean I'm blessed
Young Gerald, that's my brother
No paternity test
Next nigga hit the yay without
Tapping in gettin' stretched
Twenty-four, and my rims taller than my son
He four how you shooting for my spot and
Never had the ball before?
I'll bop out my car, open up my doors
Walking like a dog, my paint job is gorgeous
Girbauds on, long tee, Air Forces
Gang fuck around and jump a man, Air Jordan
I been on many a-tours
You nerds never left apartments
We thizz dance in the Bay and
Leave the shakin' to Harlem
Chang Chang and G-Eazy, we need freaks
It's somethin' in the water
Where I'm from, we pop P's
Rippers, runners, scrapers on twenty-threes
When we see our partners, you might hear a
"Yee"

I can't hear you, my bass too loud
I can't hear you, my trunk too loud
I can't hear you, my slap too loud
Hold up, shut the fuck up, hell no
I can't turn it down
I can't hear you, my bass too loud
I can't hear you, my trunk too loud
I can't hear you, my slap too loud
Hold up, that's five-o, real quick
Go turn it down

This is a slumper this is a slumper
This is a slumper this is a slumper