Mr.
What you got in that trunk?
Thought I was a monster
when you rolled up
Gangsta, why you playin' so loud?
When you roll away, hear it from miles
You drive real slow,
you don't give a fuck
Please pull up, you keep it turfed up
In front of the club,
the parking ain't cloud
Never heard a system
with such a sound
Mister, what you got in that trunk?
on the beat squatting,
sun to the beach popping
75 hanky, my shit bout to be knocking
JOW6 expensive, but fuck it,
I'm copping
Kenwood
KTV 17
With the
N -LCD screen, my shit clean
Is it a party or
Mitch's
Maserati?
Soundin' like
Godzilla and
Rodan in the trunk, shootin' body
Can't see me, but they feel me comin',
I'm so bumpin'
If she bass chasin' and I'm pumpin'
then you're woman surprised
They despise it,
wasn't a trunk rumblin'
But a
Harley bike on 20 runs with
TV's super slumpin'
Niggas sayin' what was
ice cube trippin'
Oh, no way I shouldn't have been in
the chrome and paint video
Subbin' on a cycle,
go clubbin' with four
Parkin' lot pimp and
ignite up the sideshow
Hey mister,
what you got in that trunk?
Thought it was a monster
when you woke up
Gangsta, why you playin' so loud?
When you run away, I hear it from miles
You drive real slow, you don't give a fuck
Baseball up, you keep it turfed up
In front of the club,
the party ain't proud
Never heard a system
with such a sound
Mister, what you got in that trunk?
Sittin' on 28's,
Stevie
Wonder no ticed
That I'm back on them low pro's
Could bring out the low low,
but I been ridin' big shit
Since my first solo that's a
whole lot of platinum
Interscope moving boxes,
violate my probation
I'm supposed to be detoxing
Still smoking like the
S -N -O -O -P,
D -O -O -O -G
Nigga I'm rolling down
Crenshaw
Boulevard, ego trippin'
33's on the
Hummer, we call it
Scott
Pippen
Is it
Tech nigga that won't stop shining,
grinding
Nine in my lining, money on my minding
I'm rolling with strong arm steady
Cause I'm strong but I'm steady,
keep my strong but I'm steady for any clique or squad
I hit em like
A -Rod, when the police pull
over my car they ask
Mister, what you got in that trunk?
Thought I was a monster
when you woke up
Gangsta, why you playin' so loud?
When you run away, I hear it from miles
You drive real slow,
you don't give a fuck
Pigs pull up, you keep it tucked up
In front of the club, the perky and proud
Never heard a system with such a sound
Mis ter, what you got
in that truck?
Spank new money with the sunray,
yellow candy paint so mellow
Young as niggas ice cream time with my alpine,
wind up the block they follow
Surprised that it's just a black truck, no treats,
just a nigga with a whole lotta beat
No exaggeration,
he's shakin' the concrete
Can't hear a word you're sayin'
while a song is playin'
Some 12s and two 6x9s'll
make it sub
Now you ride by the hoes,
car soundin' like a club
Outta town niggas get
punked for they pension
Now a west coast rider got
a satellite system
Yamaha kickin', the
KS thump the drama out
When niggas run up on the range,
park in front of momma house
Mad they ain't keepin' up,
but I can feel they pain
And they hunger when they son and
they baby mama wonder
Mister, what you got in that trunk?
Thought it was a monster
when you woke up
Gangsta, why you playin' so loud?
When you run away,
I hear it from miles
You drive real slow, you don't give a fuck
Kids pull up, you keep it turnt up
In front of the club,
the parking ain't cloud
Never heard a system
with such a sound
Mister, what you got in that trunk?