Six 12's (feat. Mouse On tha Track)

I ride down your street you can hear me in your den

Shaking **** walls when I put it past ten

G shit I ain't even gotta a rap in 'em

I like to play the songs with a lot of slap in 'em

The amp turned up so it sounds like this

My girl ask me why I like it loud like this

I the by nines cross the back and I bet

You never seen a **** with the pound like this

I ride by the club and everybody get loose

The hoes get to tooting, all the **** get the booting

Don't nobody try me know I'm quick to get to shooting

I'm known around town as the lit **** with the music

And I'm doing all good, and the cake not bad

I ain't lying if I tried I could break my glass

The police pull me over and they raid my cash

Man they be wishing they could take my ass

I got six 12's, I got six 12's, I got six 12's, I got six 12's

I got six 12's, I got six 12's, I got six 12's, I got six 12's

I got six 12's, I got six 12's, I got six 12's, I got six 12's

I got a lot of people wanna steal my shit

I got six 12's you can hear my shit

Man I really be trunking, man I really be beating

You can hear when I'm coming, you can hear when I'm leaving

I got it hooked up the sickest, so ain't no sense in competing

Man your shit is the cheapest, you might blow out your speakers

And we blowing and all, I got warrants and all

Done looked down at the phone, I done missed a few calls

Me and boosie was thugging, balling out on the rent

He was telling me something, but I couldn't much hear it

Cause the music was bumping, I could barely much see 'em

Cause we was smoking on something that we just got from Korea

All the haters was watching as they was checking the paint

All the bitches was jocking, they look at us and faint

We done came to the top, but **** thought that we can't

Man this little **** tripping, he done waste all the drank

On my brand new interior, you know the leather is mink

But I'm way past straight so that ain't nothing on me

I got six 12's, I got six 12's, I got six 12's, I got six 12's

I got six 12's, I got six 12's, I got six 12's, I got six 12's

I got six 12's, I got six 12's, I got six 12's, I got six 12's

I got a lot of people wanna steal my shit, I got six 12's you can hear my ****

Now when I cut it up to 8 you hear that boom, bing, bow, bam

I block around the club, they be like ooh we, Goddamn

Everybody looking, trying to see who I am

Cut that number 9 on when I play that trill fam

Two super charged amps with the air conditioner fans

The pipes sound good and the motor is the man

Little mama wanna ride, but I sorta made plans

I gotta go get my cousin cause he fresh up out the pen

Then I'm going to scoop Webbie, he going park the drop top

Just got my '94 Caprice up out the chop shop

Six Pioneers mounted up in a block box

Me and Shel bucking give a fuck if the cops watch

Old jams make them old folks wanna pop lock

Check me if you want, get your stupid ass glock popped

Every whip a **** ride gotta be top notch

We don't play a song in that bitch if it ain't got knock

I got six 12's, I got six 12's, I got six 12's, I got six 12's

I got six 12's, I got six 12's, I got six 12's, I got six 12's

I got six 12's, I got six 12's, I got six 12's, I got six 12's

I got a lot of people wanna steal my shit

I got six 12's you can hear my shit