Lyrics Loud - BIZZY , Irv Da PHENOM , Alan Wayne , Tech N9ne
Hello
Mr.
Yates,
this
is
Sarah
from
the
complex
clubhouse
I'm
calling
to
tell
you
that
we've
been
getting
complaints
From
your
neighbors
about
loud
music
late
at
night
If
you
could
you
keep
it
low
after
10
pm,
it
would
be
appreciated.
Thanks!
Yeah,
I
bang
my
music
loud!
I
betcha
you
feel
me
coming
down
the
block
The
thunder
in
the
trunk
gon'
knock
You
know
I
play
my
music
loud!
And
yup
I
got
the
neighbors
losing
sleep
From
the
way
I
crank
it
up
and
let
it
beat
Yeah
Turn
it
up
like,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom
Let
it
beat
like,
bang,
bang,
bang,
bang
Turn
it
up
like,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom
Let
it
beat
like,
bang,
bang,
bang,
bang
Turn
it
up
like,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom
Let
it
beat
like,
bang,
bang,
bang,
bang
Turn
it
up
like,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom
Let
it
bang,
let
it
bang
Pulled
up
in
a
bucket,
blowing
on
a
blunt
Beat
hittin'
like
brrrump
bump
bump
I
crack
concrete
sound
like
a
big
bitch
In
the
back
tryna
get
up
out
a
little
nigga
trunk
Turn
heads
'fore
I
even
hit
the
block
Lil'
kids
running
up
when
they
hear
the
beat
knock
Crank
to
the
max
whenever
I
pass
cops
Heart
skip
a
beat
whenever
the
bass
drop
My
shit
is
quakin',
got
my
rearview
vibrating
Pulled
up
next
to
my
grandmama
at
the
red
light
got
her
wig
shaking
Hennessy
and
purple
is
what
I'm
tasting
Finna
do
some
baby
making
Got
a
chocolate
freak
sitting
next
to
me
Bitch
look
like
Sanaa
Lathan
(Sexy)
Hey
Sunday
morning
'round
eleven,
rolled
by
interrupting
the
reverend
I'll
probably
lose
my
hearing
by
the
time
I'm
twenty-seven
It's
a
shame,
but
I
need
that
bang
To
vibrate
my
frame
FBS
my
gang
Had
to
do
a
little
switch
up,
can
a
player
get
Strange?
I
tell
my
Beatrice
to
quit
yappin',
later
on
we
gon'
get
nasty
And
you
can
do
whatever
you
like
to
me,
we
can
do
classy
or
get
trashy
Matter
fact
we
ain't
even
gotta
go
to
the
crib,
girl
we
can
do
it
in
the
back
seat
For
now
sit
back
relax,
and
let
this
beat
massage
your
ass
cheeks
Yeah,
I
play
my
music
loud!
I
betcha
you
feel
me
coming
down
the
block
The
thunder
in
the
trunk
gon'
knock
You
know
I
play
my
music
loud!
And
yup
I
got
the
neighbors
losing
sleep
From
the
way
I
crank
it
up
and
let
it
beat
Yeah
Turn
it
up
like,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom
Let
it
beat
like,
bang,
bang,
bang,
bang
Turn
it
up
like,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom
Let
it
beat
like,
bang,
bang,
bang,
bang
Turn
it
up
like,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom
Let
it
beat
like,
bang,
bang,
bang,
bang
Turn
it
up
like,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom
Let
it
bang,
let
it
bang
It's
who
Prada
Jesus
that
nigga
that
came
with
the
heat
that
you
needed
Hella
waited
on,
hella
hated
on
Hungry
little
nigga
'bout
to
eat
until
the
plate
is
gone
Got
the
flamer
on,
'bout
to
step
into
the
danger
zone
Might
as
well
go
ahead
and
call
the
cops
'Cause
'em
loud
ass
next
door
neighbors
is
home
Yeah
And
we
coming
to
tear
the
block
up
Beat
it
loud,
banging
like
blocka
Them
bitches
jock
us,
that
why
these
niggas
mock
us
But
they
not
us,
and
it's
not
just
music
with
me
and
my
partners
We
done
put
time
in
this
bitch,
so
how
can
you
stop
us?
Prada
(what?)
get
'em
Can
I
get
up
in
a
rhythm
little
money
for
the
women
And
the
niggas
in
the
city
That
said
I
will
never
make
it,
but
I'm
here
now
Got
it
made
now,
gettin'
hoes
now
Gettin'
laid
now,
'cause
I'm
'bout
to
lay
down,
gettin'
paid
now
You
motherfuckers
shouldn't
have
nothing
to
say
now
Got
a
middle
finger
for
y'all,
scratch
that
Man,
I
ain't
even
thinkin'
of
y'all
pass
that
So
pass
the
gat
to
the
back
where
I'm
sitting
now
With
the
kitty
cat
I'ma
laughin'
again
and
now
Roll
down
the
window
and
let
the
beat
slap
Alan
Wayne
and
Strange
you
can't
beat
that
That's
what
it's
all
about
boy
Don't
be
hatin'
on
a
nigga
'cause
a
nigga
got
a
little
bit
of
clout
boy
Shit
talk
shit
anyway
So
turn
my
music
up
and
Shut
your
motherfuckin'
mouth
boy
Yeah,
I
play
my
music
loud!
I
betcha
you
feel
me
coming
down
the
block
The
thunder
in
the
trunk
gon'
knock
You
know
I
play
my
music
loud!
And
yup
I
got
the
neighbors
losing
sleep
From
the
way
I
crank
it
up
and
let
it
beat
Yeah
Turn
it
up
like,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom
Let
it
beat
like,
bang,
bang,
bang,
bang
Turn
it
up
like,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom
Let
it
beat
like,
bang,
bang,
bang,
bang
Turn
it
up
like,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom
Let
it
beat
like,
bang,
bang,
bang,
bang
Turn
it
up
like,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom
Let
it
bang,
let
it
bang
They
don't
want
me
to
live
at
the
end
of
my
block
'Cause
when
I
get
to
the
crilla
I
don't
stop
Partyin'
with
ladies
I
pull
up
in
the
Mercedes
You
know
that
we
gonna
bang
big
sound!
We
kickin'
it
loud
at
3 o'clock
in
the
spot
Pour
the
liquor
around,
we
doin'
shots
'til
we
drop
Every
once
in
a
while,
we
get
a
knock
from
the
cops
saying
Turn
shit
down
Yup
My
neighbors
prob'ly
wish
I
resided
in
hell
or
prison
'Cause
they
always
tell
me
and
Mak
to
turn
down
our
Television
And
we
got
it
hooked
to
our
stereo
You
would
think
the
scenario's
running
the
lights
When
I
got
a
mic
when
the
bass
kick
hit
very
low
I
can't
help
it,
'cause
I
like
it
loud,
I
hype
the
crowd
I'm
partyin'
despite
the
clouds
It
might
be
foul,
the
neighbors
wanna
fight
me
now
In
the
night
we
growl,
the
women
excite
me
wow
Show
me
the
volume
button,
'cause
I'm
bustin'
this
damn
I
don't
wanna
nobody
hearin'
us
when
we
bang
So
I
turn
the
music
up
and
lust
'til
we
came
Now
I
know
the
neighbors
knowin'
my
name
Can't
help
it,
'cause
that's
my
style
More
beat
than
the
law
allow
I'm
'bout
to
get
me
a
crib
in
the
country
Nobody
to
hunt
me,
tellin'
me
Turn
it
down!
I'm
gonna
live
it
really
black
and
proud
Up
in
the
yard
naked
and
well
endowed
Until
the
cops
run
up
on
me
and
then
I
crack
a
smile
Yeah,
I
play
my
music
loud!
I
betcha
you
feel
me
coming
down
the
block
The
thunder
in
the
trunk
gon'
knock
You
know
I
play
my
music
loud!
And
yup
I
got
the
neighbors
losing
sleep
From
the
way
I
crank
it
up
and
let
it
beat
Yeah
Turn
it
up
like,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom
Let
it
beat
like,
bang,
bang,
bang,
bang
Turn
it
up
like,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom
Let
it
beat
like,
bang,
bang,
bang,
bang
Turn
it
up
like,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom
Let
it
beat
like,
bang,
bang,
bang,
bang
Turn
it
up
like,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom
Let
it
bang,
let
it
bang
1 Ms. Walker / Brooklyn Martino Intro
2 O.G.
3 FU Pay Me
4 F U Pay Me
5 Gamer
6 Gamer
7 Jumpin' Jax
8 Keep It One Hunit
9 Pow Pow
10 Harvey Dent
11 Tony G Intro
12 What's Next
13 Afterparty
14 Too Many Girls
15 Pu Wah Wah
16 Sean Tyler Intro
17 KC Tea
18 JT Quick Intro
19 Oh You Didn't Know
20 Far Out
21 Paper
22 Loud
23 Need More Angels with Prayer by Brother K.T.
24 Need More Angels with Prayer by Brother K.T.
25 Doin' It (Bonus Track)
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