Music to Drive By

[Intro: Candace Pillay & Dem Jointz]
So, Jointz, let 'em know where you from
What difference does it make?
Right, right, okay
So, how did you get started?
Started with what?
You know, givin' us that heat?
I haven't given you anything, everything's for sale
Mm-hm-hm, right, right
So, Jointz, you've been doing this for a long time
What keeps you motivated?
Pills, pussy, and power
Really?
No
So, Jointz, hehe, famous question
What're you working on right now?
Next person who asks me that question
I promised myself I was gon' slap the shit out of 'em
Oh no, I'll cover my face, hehe
I'm not laughing
But seriously, anything you wanna say to the aspiring producer, songwriter or artist tryna make it in today's industry?
Yes, when the earth falls out of the orbit and crashes into the sun
And the weak shall burn to the very bone
While the warriors of sound remain whole
The promised land is false idols
Follow them and die
Oh my gosh, you've been a blast
Thank you for this wonderful interview

[Pre-Chorus: Vin Rock]
(Pump-pump)
(Pump-pump)
(Pump, pump-pump)
(Pump-pump)

[Chorus: Dem Jointz & Vin Rock]
All the sounds in my head
It's music to my ears
Gunshots are ringin'
The melody brings me to tears (Pump-pump)
And the helicopters in the air
And it's scarin' all the kids
This is music to drive by
You know what it is, yeah (Pump-pump)

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre, Vin Rock & Slim the Mobster]
They say the shit that I say is a misdemeanor
And some of the shit I say, I can say it cleaner
But everything you say results in no believers
So your opinion can kiss the tip of my fuckin' penis (Pump-pump)
You're so vulgar, so inappropriate (Pump)
Business man from the hood, billionaires is his associates (Pump-pump)
Don't get it twisted, got killers just a mile from here
(You know you done fucked up, don't you?)
(Outta here)

[Chorus: Dem Jointz, Vin Rock & ScHoolboy Q]
All the sounds in my head
It's music to my ears
Gunshots are ringin'
The melody brings me to tears (Pump-pump)
And the helicopters in the air
And it's scarin' all the kids
This is (Yo) music to (Yo) drive by (Uh)
You know what it is (Yo), yeah (Pump-pump)

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q, Vin Rock & Dem Jointz]
Feelin' sluggish, the burner gon' help me down, grippin' (Grippin')
Pistol [?] and pickles hangin' out the window
Bullet shells jumpin' back in the rental
Big H's, we on the frontline
Reppin' my gang relations (Pump-pump)
Can't makin' (Yeah), chicken bakin' (Bake)
Blue faces, blue laces (Yeah)
Where the gang bangers hangin'
Nigga, watch out for the ghetto bird
They know we done did it
See, they got my nigga last week
You know they gon' feel it
Watchin' my rearview (Pump-pump, uh-oh-oh)
Old pistol but the homie new (New)
Aim for the head, can't see bulletproof (Ayy)
We ridin', heavy hit a nigga, ain't nothin' slidin'
You see my mobbin', start duck 'n' divin'
You niggas' bootylicious (Pump-pump, woo)
Thinkin' these lyrics would get embarrassin'
Rat faces, three K-K-K's, no Terrance (Pump-pump)
Move the Bobby Brown and bills, no flakin', need mo' mirrors
If the pussy good, head ain't great, we don't share

[Bridge: Dem Jointz, ScHoolboy Q & Vin Rock]
I don't know (Uh) where to turn my burnin' eyes (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Still the darkest of curbs and corner sides (Ooh-ooh-ooh, pump-pump)
All the rest of the world sees darker signs (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
You don't know where I'm from, but I don't mind (Ooh-ooh-ooh), bitch

[Chorus: Dem Jointz & Vin Rock]
All the sounds in my head
It's music to my ears
Gunshots are ringin'
The melody brings me to tears (Pump-pump)
And the helicopters in the air
And it's scarin' all the kids
This is music to drive by
You know what it is, yeah (Pump-pump)