Dumbfoundead, Ehwhenkeem - Stereo Jack lyrics

Dead silent, rush hour drivin
Got a Honda civic with 5 dudes inside it
With no tunes, it feels like an asylum
I'm growin violent as I cover more mileage
A couple months back we went
To catch a concert
In a sketchy neighborhood
It was gonna be bonkers
25 bucks just to park in the lot
The homies said "what a rip
Off That's fuckin a lot"
So I parked on Alvarado street
Avoiding all the parking fees
You ain't gotta tell me shit
I know it wasn't smart of me
Not to mention walking to the
Venue was an odyssey
I was being hella cheap
Blame the damn economy
After the show heading back to whip
We saw the aftermath of
What the crackhead did broken glass
If I catch him Ima whoop that ass
Hes probably smoking crack with
My speakers on blast, fuck
Weeks and months I've drove this lonely road
All I hears the air conditioner as it blows
(as it blows) some time ago
A crack head broke both
My windows and bounced
Now my weed, my sneakers my JBL speakers
No where to be found, GIVE ME BACK MY STEREO
My precious stereo

He took all my albums from 93 till
Wu tang, de la, hov, lauryn hill
Bet hes bumpin Underground
Kings getting trill
Outkast and yeezy man what a steal
Jacked both my speakers and all my ipods
So many mp3's that I had to buy five
All adding up to bout 500 gigs
Took years to build a
Music collection that big
He haunts me in my dreams, with headphones on
Scratchin up cds, and deleting my songs
Then I wake up in cold sweat
Just feelin so vexed
Yelling out "motherfucker that isn't yo shit"
Music is my crack, give me that crack back
Give me my stuff back
I'll buy you a crack sack
How can people in this world be so cold
When he took my stereo he took
A piece of my soul

Weeks and months I've drove this lonely road
All I hears the air conditioner as it blows
(as it blows) some time ago
A crack head broke both
My windows and bounced
Now my weed, my sneakers my JBL speakers
No where to be found, GIVE ME BACK MY STEREO
My precious stereo

Man, girls ain't even wanna ride
In my whip now the homies kick down gas
Money with big frowns
Bangin on the dashboard, hopin to entertain
Kickin quick freestyles
But it just ain't the same
Every car ride awkward as fuck
Somebody always small talkin you up
Man this sucks
Whoever said silence is golden, I'm sure
Ain't never been on the 405 around 4
Paranoind, without an ounce of trust left
(left) everybody is a thief or a suspect
Whats a car without a bangin ass system
That's like a car without a good transmission
I would tune into a shitty station
Or even play a demo tape
That I would've wasted
I swear this is karma for pirating the music
If I just get my stereo back I'll never do it