Shut Up

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mibbs] Knucklehead niggas with the bass in the trunk Bout to bubble like peroxide layin in a cut Grown ass kids who don't wanna grow up But we'll have to do it soon cause our money's grown up But even if I had five mil in the bank I'mma still put a five dollar bill in the tank What you thank? I'mma change cause I got a new Range Fuck that ante up, man who in her got some change And we lookin for dames with the tight stretch pants In the big booty stance with no particular plans They all like to party and so do me and my mans So we picked a destination and head straight to the sands That's the beach, for the fam that's at least once a week Where we grab a couple freaks and show em the coral reef You know what I mean, it's that sticky Cali Green And it's out your wildest dreams Listen to the beat and Shut up [Chorus: Mikey Rocks] Just keep your eyes on the road and It's best you keep your mouth closed Stop playin with your cell phone Cause it's about to get thrown Just keep your eyes on the road and It's best to keep your mouth closed And don't you think about touching my stereo [Verse 2: BeYoung] Ayo-yo, ayo-yo Hop in my bucket baby, let's swing a episode Hit the mall, trick it all, see how far yo credit go Daddy need them sweaters Lo, with the Po in front of it Vote me man of the year, who you think you fuckin' with Used to get the ugly chicks, now they all country thick All they get is trips to Roscoe's for them country grits When I'm on my Southern shit, might hit the Waffle House Have em gone off the Kush, leave em with the cotton mouth Bring 'em in, swap 'em out, seat 'em in, knock em down See them twin woofers beatin' hard time to quiet down Let me play the pilot now, listen to that vibrant sound I was Holy Moly when Smoke was singin' "Shop Around" See my collar? Pop it now, Neiman Marcus shoppin' now Hair did, nails did, got you lookin proper now Wow! You stylin' on 'em, flyer than falcons on 'em This is for my ladies who crazy and got a mouth on 'em Shut up! [Chorus: Chuck Inglish] Just keep your eyes on the road and It's best you keep your mouth closed Stop playin with your cell phone Cause it's about to get thrown Just keep your eyes on the road and It's best to keep your mouth closed And don't you think about touching my stereo [Verse 3: Like] Nah, there ain't another nigga flyer My bitch so cold you could promote her on the flyer These ugly chicks hatin' when I'm rollin' up beside her Bendin' them corners 'til the curb kiss the tires These herb niggas liars, that's word to the choir I be with my nigga Dom in Leimert smokin' fire Where's my lighter? Master Kush in the cypher In that puff pass motion, but I ain't touchin' yo saliva You juicy-mouthed it, chickens cluckin' in them hoochie outfits Swift don't just doctor tracks up, Doogie Howser Don't talk to me bout fashion dog you be wylin You still think Coogi stylish, who's ya stylist? I'm usually loungin', puffin' on some ganja Bumpin' some Sinatra, cuttin' up some pasta Smackin' with my elbows on the table, eatin' Lobsters Napkin over the collar in case I'm sloppy with the sauce-a Man, shut up [Chorus: Mikey Rocks and Chuck Inglish] Just keep your eyes on the road and You better keep your mouth closed Stop playin with your cell phone 'Cause it's about to get thrown Just keep your eyes on the road and You better keep your mouth closed And don't you think about touching my stereo