Shut Up

[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]
Ay yo yo, Ay yo 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 ho 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
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