Somuthafuckinloud

Mistah F.A.B. & E-40 & Iamsu! - Rap, Hyphy
Somuthafuckinloud
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[Intro: Mistah F.A.B.] Woooo, shit Nigga, they done let Fabby Davis out Fabby Davis like Buddy Love Mistah Fabby on that Professor club shit It's Fabby Davis! [Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.] When I'm yokin' down the strip, don't trip Brody, I don't hear shit 'Cause the music's so motherfuckin' loud in this whip 'Cause the music's so motherfuckin' loud when it hit 'Cause the music's so motherfuckin' loud in this bitch When I'm yokin' down the strip, don't trip Brody, I don't hear shit 'Cause the music's so motherfuckin' loud when I'm lit 'Cause the music's so motherfuckin' loud and it hit 'Cause the music's so motherfuckin' loud in this bitch [Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.] 6-6-by-9, 12 10s in the trunk Wake the whole neighborhood up when I turn it up I was being cool, niggas want me to turn it up That brand new mob shit, nigga better turn it up Knock it, yoke it, dip it and sidin' Niggas better be cool, my nigga's dippin' and slidin' Dip, yrrrk, cut the bitch off, hit a right at the corner Three deep in the car man, blowin' marijuana On that hot shit, I should be ashamed of myself Fabby Davis made me do it, put the blame on myself Never put the hammer up, or that thang on the shelf I don't need no shooters, nigga, I'll bang 'em myself Bang-bang, Yosemite Sam, goddamn And a Dope E.R.A. havin' knock many have slammed I'll jam on a nigga like NBA And pass on a broke bitch like Courvoisier [Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.] When I'm yokin' down the strip, don't trip Brody, I don't hear shit 'Cause the music's so motherfuckin' loud in this whip 'Cause the music's so motherfuckin' loud when it hit 'Cause the music's so motherfuckin' loud in this bitch When I'm yokin' down the strip, don't trip Brody, I don't hear shit 'Cause the music's so motherfuckin' loud when I'm lit 'Cause the music's so motherfuckin' loud and it hit 'Cause the music's so motherfuckin' loud in this bitch [Verse 2: IAmSu!] Fabby, shit go stupid, mainey Hyphy spirit, can't contain it Music motherfuckin' loud Do a show then I jump up in the crowd And I only smoke motherfuckin' loud when it hit I be higher than a motherfuckin' cloud in this bitch Ice chang-a-lang-a-lang-a-lang-a-langin', blingin' on a dog whore Oh-rang-a-rang-a-tang-a-tang-a, hit her with that king cobra Still 2006 bitch, we ain't over, we ain't over We been smokin' weed, we ain't sober, gentrifyin', we ain't goin' Nowhere, it's not fair, like network, I go there And if she on my good side, I might take her to Bayfair I'm rollin' like a state fair, them euros is a boy I got her off of more than one plural for the boy Foreva Afta Bread like F.A.B. in this bitch The hottest in the game, that's unanimous, bitch [Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.] When I'm yokin' down the strip, don't trip Brody, I don't hear shit 'Cause the music's so motherfuckin' loud in this whip 'Cause the music's so motherfuckin' loud when it hit 'Cause the music's so motherfuckin' loud in this bitch When I'm yokin' down the strip, don't trip Brody, I don't hear shit 'Cause the music's so motherfuckin' loud when I'm lit 'Cause the music's so motherfuckin' loud and it hit 'Cause the music's so motherfuckin' loud in this bitch [Verse 3: E-40] Either way, Johnny Law gon' pull me over (Over) Either because I was knockin' or because I ain't ever sober (Sober) I get a ticket every week for my beat (Beat) Prohibitin' everyone in my neighborhood from sleep Y-y-yoke, motor mount losin' screws 454 engine about to jump out the roof My muscle car be liftin' weights (Weights), it's stronger than ever Who wanna race (Race) for pink slips or cheddar? If she knew better, she'd do better, that's what I told the broad (Told the broad) When I was comin' up outta the liquor store buyin' alcohol (Alcohol) She was thicker than a king-size Snicker, big fat ass and all (Ass and all) I could tell by the way she was lookin' she wanted to give me the drawers (Give me the drawers) Hifonic amplifier ('fier), mobile audio (Oh) Trunk hittin' hard like Mayweather and Pacquiao Stupidious knock (Knock), uncalled for Seven-deuce Cutlass with the stick in the floor Biatch! [Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.] When I'm yokin' down the strip, don't trip Brody, I don't hear shit 'Cause the music's so motherfuckin' loud in this whip 'Cause the music's so motherfuckin' loud when it hit 'Cause the music's so motherfuckin' loud in this bitch When I'm yokin' down the strip, don't trip Brody, I don't hear shit 'Cause the music's so motherfuckin' loud when I'm lit 'Cause the music's so motherfuckin' loud and it hit 'Cause the music's so motherfuckin' loud in this bitch [Outro: Mistah F.A.B.] Ahhh, shit Buddy Love, nigga Fabby Davis Traxamillion on the slap and it mothafuckin' go crazy cuz On my mama
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Credits
- Writers
- Mistah F.A.B.
- E-40
- Iamsu!
- Traxamillion
- DJ Fresh (USA)