Lyrics

[Intro: Candace Pillay & Dem Jointz] So, Jointz, let 'em know where you from What difference does it make? Right, right, okay So, how did you get started? Started with what? You know, givin' us that heat? I haven't given you anything, everything's for sale Mm-hm-hm, right, right So, Jointz, you've been doing this for a long time What keeps you motivated? Pills, pussy, and power Really? No So, Jointz, hehe, famous question What're you working on right now? Next person who asks me that question I promised myself I was gon' slap the shit out of 'em Oh no, I'll cover my face, hehe I'm not laughing But seriously, anything you wanna say to the aspiring producer, songwriter or artist tryna make it in today's industry? Yes, when the earth falls out of the orbit and crashes into the sun And the weak shall burn to the very bone While the warriors of sound remain whole The promised land is false idols Follow them and die Oh my gosh, you've been a blast Thank you for this wonderful interview [Pre-Chorus: Vin Rock] (Pump-pump) (Pump-pump) (Pump, pump-pump) (Pump-pump) [Chorus: Dem Jointz & Vin Rock] All the sounds in my head It's music to my ears Gunshots are ringin' The melody brings me to tears (Pump-pump) And the helicopters in the air And it's scarin' all the kids This is music to drive by You know what it is, yeah (Pump-pump) [Verse 1: Dr. Dre, Vin Rock & Slim the Mobster] They say the shit that I say is a misdemeanor And some of the shit I say, I can say it cleaner But everything you say results in no believers So your opinion can kiss the tip of my fuckin' penis (Pump-pump) You're so vulgar, so inappropriate (Pump) Business man from the hood, billionaires is his associates (Pump-pump) Don't get it twisted, got killers just a mile from here (You know you done fucked up, don't you?) (Outta here) [Chorus: Dem Jointz, Vin Rock & ScHoolboy Q] All the sounds in my head It's music to my ears Gunshots are ringin' The melody brings me to tears (Pump-pump) And the helicopters in the air And it's scarin' all the kids This is (Yo) music to (Yo) drive by (Uh) You know what it is (Yo), yeah (Pump-pump) [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q, Vin Rock & Dem Jointz] Feelin' sluggish, the burner gon' help me down, grippin' (Grippin') Pistol [?] and pickles hangin' out the window Bullet shells jumpin' back in the rental Big H's, we on the frontline Reppin' my gang relations (Pump-pump) Can't makin' (Yeah), chicken bakin' (Bake) Blue faces, blue laces (Yeah) Where the gang bangers hangin' Nigga, watch out for the ghetto bird They know we done did it See, they got my nigga last week You know they gon' feel it Watchin' my rearview (Pump-pump, uh-oh-oh) Old pistol but the homie new (New) Aim for the head, can't see bulletproof (Ayy) We ridin', heavy hit a nigga, ain't nothin' slidin' You see my mobbin', start duck 'n' divin' You niggas' bootylicious (Pump-pump, woo) Thinkin' these lyrics would get embarrassin' Rat faces, three K-K-K's, no Terrance (Pump-pump) Move the Bobby Brown and bills, no flakin', need mo' mirrors If the pussy good, head ain't great, we don't share [Bridge: Dem Jointz, ScHoolboy Q & Vin Rock] I don't know (Uh) where to turn my burnin' eyes (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Still the darkest of curbs and corner sides (Ooh-ooh-ooh, pump-pump) All the rest of the world sees darker signs (Ooh-ooh-ooh) You don't know where I'm from, but I don't mind (Ooh-ooh-ooh), bitch [Chorus: Dem Jointz & Vin Rock] All the sounds in my head It's music to my ears Gunshots are ringin' The melody brings me to tears (Pump-pump) And the helicopters in the air And it's scarin' all the kids This is music to drive by You know what it is, yeah (Pump-pump)