Hurricane Chris - Beat in My Trunk Lyrics

Beat In My Trunk

[Chorus]
15's in the trunk, 4-12's in the trunk, 4-10's in the trunk, 6x9's in the dash
License plates rattlin', bumper keep draggin', trunk straight blastin'
Yea I got that, I got that , I got that, I got that
I got that, I got that , I got that, I got that
And it sound like
I got that, I got that , I got that, I got that
I got that, I got that
And it sound like
I got that beat up in my trunk I got that beat up in my trunk
I got that beat up in my trunk yea yea
I got that beat up in my trunk I got that beat up in my trunk
I got that beat up in my trunk yea yea
I got that beat up in my trunk I got that beat up in my trunk
I got that beat up in my trunk yea yea
License plates rattlin', bumper keep draggin', trunk straight blastin'
Yeah

Boom boom blam blam thats what you hear when I'm comin'
4 15's in the trunk got the license plates hummin'
And you should hear the regal with them tweeters when I'm comin'
Take a look at the speakers thats exactly how I'm stuntin'

Ostrich on my seats and ferocious beat in the trunk
Knockin' pictures off the wall and I got sixes on my duck
I don't think these boys ready they don't think I really be wet
And my Chevy shine stupid like I sprayed it with baguettes

You gotta get on my level lil' daddy step up your game
I got speakers all in the grill of my car like im insane
Feel like I got music surgically implanted in my brain
I just chunk the deuce and hit the drank cause I cant hear a thing

The other day I got a ticket listenin' to that hurricane
Soon as the police got out my sight I turned back up the bang
So much vibration in my trunk that my car wont stay in one lane
White people be lookin' at my car like honey thats insane

[Chorus]

I got some speakers in my trunk that I know you aint never seen
The fiber glass box and amps I got 3
Lil' mama say she like big cars that hit hard
I pulled up at her house it was her and about six broads

I hopped outta the truck with me and my six boys
Me and my sick clique them boys they hit hard
Speakin' of hittin' hard the trunk makin' some noise
Neighbors callin' the laws cause I done knocked they windows off

When I pull up on the block I'm shakin' the whole ground
If the baby touch my car the baby will fall down
But the trunk hit harder than Tyson in the first round
I got that amazin' base and I wont turn it down

Before you pull up on me boy you better get your head right
Let me show you what I do to haters who wont play it right
Pull up on them boys who be stuntin' at the red light
Open up my trunk on em and see who got they bread right

[Chorus: x 2]