Tanya Morgan - Trunk Shit lyrics
[Tanya Morgan - Trunk Shit lyrics]
Welcome to the real, bearers of your bad news
We appreciate the no, ain't nobody ask you
We are how you get the
Cheerleaders in the band room
Pioneers thru the Pioneers in a mass
Who’s messing with the lesson author
This is no departure, this is for arrivals
Pull up throw your hood up
If you do it for survival
Nevermind a side view
Niggas know the profile fans I don't lie to
Liable to chastize guys with the haikus
Lessondary in here all of them are fly too
Skinny Big in philly getting beats
From my guy who told you on "Peas Gotta" he
Knew we were right you slept it's aight duke
Even if im chose last
Imma hit the winning shot
All of you can note that
Should I slow it down some
And if so how come?
Is it 'cause your favorite is
Afraid to be outdone he know not to call us
Yeah we put in all us
Shorty heard we bought the toys
Out and got dolled up
Phasing out you groupies I don't
Wanna tag her walls up
She be letting rappers Foursquare
In her nah bruh geotag that ass it's Von Pea
CI to Long Beach we rhyme with all heat
'Til we in them floor seats
But things I do is real it never haunts me
Beat Street
Wall Street iI'll meet em at the cross street
This is for the real (trunk shit)
This is for the real (trunk shit)
This is for the real (trunk shit)
This is for the real (trunk shit)
Let the woofers knock and the tweeters sing
(trunk shit)
Hit the detail shop man the whip so clean
Let the woofers knock and the tweeters sing
Find a parking spot and let
The beats just bang (trunk shit)
I’m in an all white Chevy
With the dual exhaust
And the speakers ain’t bolted so
It rattle and cough
But when my sneakers ain’t speaking
The whip it talks i ain't pay that much
It don’t matter the cost
'cus what’s a few stacks? a small
Set back for the champ
Had to pull over, fuck around
Ya boy blew an amp
And the backpack in the back
Seat by the notepad
Boom bap blasting out the speakers
They say that we a tribe called De La
Or smaller little brother
All i know is that we do
It better than the others
Spell my name right my nigga show
Us that you love it
I’m talking mine and the group
Not one or the other
Come on and get the name right before
You claim that you know us
30 rock this is not, we the other morgan
Matter fact scratch that and call
It TM for short i need an ink pen for
Sport and a weekend resort
Off the deep end of thought
Often sleeping on Don "Not Him!?!"
Pretend I’m not hot be defending yours
I been, on my shit for a decade plus
Too long? nah nigga you? not long enough
Yup! The new school veteran just
Dusted off the letterman
Consider these crowbars in case they
Don’t let us in
To pop locks and stop all that Re-Run shit
Y’all some jogging ass niggas
Homie we run this… trunk shit
This is for the real (trunk shit)
This is for the real (trunk shit)
This is for the real (trunk shit)
This is for the real (trunk shit)
Let the woofers knock and the tweeters sing
(trunk shit)
Hit the detail shop man the whip so clean
Let the woofers knock and the tweeters sing
Find a parking spot and let
The beats just bang (trunk shit)
We appreciate the no, ain't nobody ask you
We are how you get the
Cheerleaders in the band room
Pioneers thru the Pioneers in a mass
Who’s messing with the lesson author
This is no departure, this is for arrivals
Pull up throw your hood up
If you do it for survival
Nevermind a side view
Niggas know the profile fans I don't lie to
Liable to chastize guys with the haikus
Lessondary in here all of them are fly too
Skinny Big in philly getting beats
From my guy who told you on "Peas Gotta" he
Knew we were right you slept it's aight duke
Even if im chose last
Imma hit the winning shot
All of you can note that
Should I slow it down some
And if so how come?
Is it 'cause your favorite is
Afraid to be outdone he know not to call us
Yeah we put in all us
Shorty heard we bought the toys
Out and got dolled up
Phasing out you groupies I don't
Wanna tag her walls up
She be letting rappers Foursquare
In her nah bruh geotag that ass it's Von Pea
CI to Long Beach we rhyme with all heat
'Til we in them floor seats
But things I do is real it never haunts me
Beat Street
Wall Street iI'll meet em at the cross street
This is for the real (trunk shit)
This is for the real (trunk shit)
This is for the real (trunk shit)
This is for the real (trunk shit)
Let the woofers knock and the tweeters sing
(trunk shit)
Hit the detail shop man the whip so clean
Let the woofers knock and the tweeters sing
Find a parking spot and let
The beats just bang (trunk shit)
I’m in an all white Chevy
With the dual exhaust
And the speakers ain’t bolted so
It rattle and cough
But when my sneakers ain’t speaking
The whip it talks i ain't pay that much
It don’t matter the cost
'cus what’s a few stacks? a small
Set back for the champ
Had to pull over, fuck around
Ya boy blew an amp
And the backpack in the back
Seat by the notepad
Boom bap blasting out the speakers
They say that we a tribe called De La
Or smaller little brother
All i know is that we do
It better than the others
Spell my name right my nigga show
Us that you love it
I’m talking mine and the group
Not one or the other
Come on and get the name right before
You claim that you know us
30 rock this is not, we the other morgan
Matter fact scratch that and call
It TM for short i need an ink pen for
Sport and a weekend resort
Off the deep end of thought
Often sleeping on Don "Not Him!?!"
Pretend I’m not hot be defending yours
I been, on my shit for a decade plus
Too long? nah nigga you? not long enough
Yup! The new school veteran just
Dusted off the letterman
Consider these crowbars in case they
Don’t let us in
To pop locks and stop all that Re-Run shit
Y’all some jogging ass niggas
Homie we run this… trunk shit
This is for the real (trunk shit)
This is for the real (trunk shit)
This is for the real (trunk shit)
This is for the real (trunk shit)
Let the woofers knock and the tweeters sing
(trunk shit)
Hit the detail shop man the whip so clean
Let the woofers knock and the tweeters sing
Find a parking spot and let
The beats just bang (trunk shit)