Traxamillion, The Jacka, Paul Wall - Everything Loud lyrics

White lights, it's goin' down
When we light up, you know it's loud
See them white clouds?
(yeah) You know it's loud
I like, every, thing, loud
Loud, loud, everything loud
Loud, loud, everything loud (yeah)
Got that thing thing, thing loud
I like, every, thing, loud

If you hatin', stop that paper, I got that
I spit flows on hot tracks
'Bout candy-sprayed drop blacks
19 Glock black, cocked back for haters
Rifles and gauges, animals in cages
Grindin' for ages, ballin' in stages
From minimum wages to weekends in Vegas
(yeah)
I roll with the greatest so no time to sleep
'Cause, I'm on the creep all week
And that's why my pockets deep
Gimme that, the whole heap
Whilе you countin' sheep, I'm countin' licks
I'm stackin' up this paper
While you uploadin' TwitPics
From South Park to Stop 6
Eastwood to the East Bay
Wе go-getters that don't play
All about that paper chase

White lights, it's goin' down
When we light up, you know it's loud
See them white clouds?
(yeah) You know it's loud
I like, every, thing, loud
Loud, loud, everything loud
Loud, loud, everything loud (yeah)
Got that thing thing, thing loud
I like, every, thing, loud

Throwin' shots back, windows up, tac
30s on my feet, 30 in my lap
Smokin' on quiche, nigga, I'm a beast
Nigga, fuck peace
I got the world in my reach
Fuck the five-O, I'm with the high speed
Screamin' "Fuck the world" 'til
My nigga Coz free had a cousin named Steve
They sent him overseas
Put him in a war, he came home out his wig
Grab my blade, eat your food
I never eat the pig
Goin' far in life, but only God could save me
Talk about that real shit
Chokin' on a mean strand
(Talk about that real shit
Chokin' on a mean strand)

White lights, it's goin' down
When we light up, you know it's loud
See them white clouds?
(yeah) You know it's loud
I like, every, thing, loud
Loud, loud, everything loud
Loud, loud, everything loud (yeah)
Got that thing thing, thing loud
I like, every, thing, loud