Impound

Hook
Cut the lights off, turn that shit down
No noise but the boys when we in town
Feel a wee tipsy by the 5th round
Took the night back; catch us at the impound
Cut the lights off, turn that shit down
No noise but the boys when we in town
Feel a wee tipsy by the 5th round
Took the night back; catch us at the impound

Verse 1
Came from FL to CA; been about 3 days
Word is they run shit; well, I guess we “they”
Got a brown woman and she comin’ outta Chile
And not a single one of us is gonna wanna behave
Here’s the fruit of my labor, bitch; eat grapes
But you ain’t get it like your mind is on a delay
I’ll slow it down like the 101 freeway
But I’m still gonna send it, bitch; rebate
Oye, dime, what you finna drink?
If you say “tequila” I know what I’m finna think
You gon’ take me home to evaluate your assets
And ask me if I did it like Nike in the past tense
I wanna see that booty pop with no “snap and crackle”
Then look around the club just to laugh at assholes
They’re tryin’ to hard to win
But my clique goes in, no arguments, that’s real

Hook
Cut the lights off, turn that shit down
No noise but the boys when we in town
Feel a wee tipsy by the 5th round
Took the night back; catch us at the impound
Cut the lights off, turn that shit down
No noise but the boys when we in town
Feel a wee tipsy by the 5th round
Took the night back; catch us at the impound
And you won’t get that bitch back (uh uh)
And you won’t get that bitch back (uh uh)
And you won’t get that bitch back (uh uh)
And you won’t get that bitch back (uh uh)
Verse 2
Oh you got a table, huh
You the type that got cable, huh
Well it’s Showtime, away we go
And I’m with my “entourage,” no HBO
Let the case be closed, we murdered it
Damn, all the ladies froze but we furnaces
‘Cause we finna burn this bitch down; please take heed
And what’s the E-T-A til we E-A-T?
I’m starvin’, and done consumin’ this trash -
That you think is rap, give my 2 minutes back
But let me get a groove and I’ll snap
You ain’t used to this cracker in fact I got you in my lap
So make that booty go boom with no chaka lacka
Real thick; I can tell you eat lots of pasta
Let me heat some’n up ‘til you get hot and bothered
And bend you over like you ain’t got good posture

Hook
Cut the lights off, turn that shit down
No noise but the boys when we in town
Feel a wee tipsy by the 5th round
Took the night back; catch us at the impound
Cut the lights off, turn that shit down
No noise but the boys when we in town
Feel a wee tipsy by the 5th round
Took the night back; catch us at the impound
And you won’t get that bitch back (uh uh)
And you won’t get that bitch back (uh uh)
And you won’t get that bitch back (uh uh)
And you won’t get that bitch back (uh uh)
And you won’t get that bitch back (uh uh)
And you won’t get that bitch back (uh uh)
And you won’t get that bitch back (uh uh)
And you won’t get that bitch back (uh uh)