G‐Eazy ft. Nef The Pharaoh - Too Loud Lyrics

Yeah, my license plate is rattling and my trunk go boom (boom)
Bay to the universe and back to the moon (to the moon)
Fixed trauma factor I'm a boss tycoon
My dick smelled like two chicks before noon (that shit's nasty)
(Before noon) where were you in '06, was you were there? (Were you there?)
You were staying inside being good, you was square
Since kindergarten, swear I kept it all player
Google my prom picture, I was hyphy with braids in my hair
Long before I ever went on tour
Used to cop white tees from the liquor store
But I always knew I was destined for more
And now my socks are Gucci and my drawers Tom Ford
Nah, nah don't make me go back (aye, aye, aye)
To that black hoodie with a turf beanie flipped back (what's that?)
Nah, nah you wasn't really there
There was something in the water, there was something in the air

I can't hear you my bass too loud
I can't hear you my trunk too loud
I can't hear you my slap too loud
Hold up, shut the fuck up
Hell no I can't turn it down
I can't hear you my bass too loud
I can't hear you my trunk too loud
I can't hear you my slap too loud
Hold up, that's five-o
Real quick, go turn it down

Some Heem in a scraper and some purple in the air
I'm all in her ear, I'm a California bear
The times were different, folks like me is rare
I don't know man, I mean you had to be there
It was a time
Oh can we start from the top
A ripper is a runner and a runner is a bop
And if she's bopular, she's gon' give you good top
Man the game is thick, I mean this thing don't stop
I can't blap this, if it's not loud
I'm tryna make Droopy and Rick Rock proud
I'm tryna climb up, I'm to the tip top now
And I'll still tell a beezy, go and kick rocks now
You ain't grow up on Mac Dre
You ain't grow up on Keik
You and grow up on Turf Tuck
You ain't grow up on Team
You and grow up on Water
Them styles was hecka unique
You and grow up on Fab
But then we can't even speak

I can't hear you my bass too loud
I can't hear you my trunk too loud
I can't hear you my slap too loud
Hold up, shut the fuck up
Hell no I can't turn it down
I can't hear you my bass too loud
I can't hear you my trunk too loud
I can't hear you my slap too loud
Hold up, that's five-o
Real quick, go turn it down

Big Nef, I can buy the Bay if I spend a check
Bitches say I sound like Dre, that just mean I'm blessed
Young Gerald that's my brother, no paternity test
Next nigga hit the 'yay with out tapping in getting stretched
Twenty-four and my rims taller than my sonny Ford
How you shooting from my spot, and never had the ball before
I'll bop out my car, open up my doors
Walking like a dog, my paint job is gorgeous (grr, grr)
Girbaud's on, long tee, air forces
Gang fuck around, jump a man, Air Jordan
I been on many of tours, you nerds never left apartments
We just dance in the Bay, and leave the shakin' to Harlem
Chang-chang and G-Eazy, we need freaks
It's something in the water where I'm form, we pop P's
Grippers, runners, scrappers on twenty threes
And we see our partners, you might hear a "Yee"

I can't hear you my bass too loud
I can't hear you my trunk too loud
I can't hear you my slap too loud
Hold up, shut the fuck up
Hell no I can't turn it down
I can't hear you my bass too loud
I can't hear you my trunk too loud
I can't hear you my slap too loud
Hold up, that's five-o
Real quick, go turn it down

This is a slumper
This is a slumper
This is a slumper
This is a slumper