Turn the volume up a smidgen
I’m about to push the speakers in my car to the limit
I got my iPod and I'm perusing through the playlist
When the beat drops, you’ll hear it from a 10-mile radius
Speakers going hammer pissing off my white neighbors
They wouldn’t have an issue if I were bumping Slayer
Instead of Redman being loud as fuck
You’d of thought there was a concert inside of my trunk
Well, technically it is
Stomping like a silverback gorilla when I maneuver the whip
Obnoxious when I play that 2Pacalypse I admit
I do it for the audio hobbyist of this shit

Foot slamming on the pedal rock harder than heavy metal
Turn up the bass and lay low on the treble
Bass kick like David Beckham
Knock the karat out your bezel
Turn up the bass and lay low on the treble

I got tremendous knock when I’m beating down the block
Neck cranking to the beat hope my speakers don’t pop
The sound is thunderous you’re gonna succumb to this illustrious
Production provided by The Kollectiv he’s the hungriest
Producer as far as I’m concerned, we’re decimating
Every radio station with no hesitation
You’ve heard the rumbling my whip is pummeling I’m coming with
Some shit that’s humbling you couldn't run from it I’m rupturing your eardrum
Turn the volume up louder
It’ll knock the tiling off your fucking wall in the shower
The amperage could rival “The Hulk” in pure power
Bring your stock around my block and prepare to get devoured

Foot slamming on the pedal rock harder than heavy metal
Turn up the bass and lay low on the treble
Bass kick like David Beckham
Knock the karat out your bezel
Turn up the bass and lay low on the treble

When I’m rolling in my ride it’s like time stood still
Got me nodding my head while I’m gripping the steering wheel
Nothing else matters when I got that Tribe blaring
I’m so zoned out I didn’t notice people staring
In amazement feeling it vibrate throughout the pavement
And you’re so overwhelmed with excitement you can’t contain it
If it ain’t banging chances are I ain’t playing it
Pass me the aux off GP I’m blazing it
The bar I’m raising it when it comes to this 808
I’m cranking the bass without the worry of a noise complaint
I’m just cruising I’m battering and bruising
The fucking subwoofer with trunk-rattling music

Foot slamming on the pedal rock harder than heavy metal
Turn up the bass and lay low on the treble
Bass kick like David Beckham
Knock the karat out your bezel
Turn up the bass and lay low on the treble