Deep Ends - Security Was Trippin' Lyrics

Crack, crack, crack, crack, coming out your speakers
This the new religion, baby, listen, I can teach you
Mizzy is name, subwoofer grim reaper
Hot, hot, hot, my gang sick, the new fever
Fame day, same day, begging for a feature
Rep the Tele-gang, my gang busy, Tele-reach you
Keep on running your mouth
Make sure nobody Tele-reach you
Got the new stance, new glass, new fits to benefit you
Aye, I'm a Mac, self-named, self-made, superstar pack
Hits made, bought chains, baby, that's a fact
Same thang, ain't change, Deep Ends on the map
Born ready, war ready, tell me where it's at
Yeah, you see me, yeah, mf
I'd be ghosting 64s, Impala, mane
Feel the Rosey ready for TV, yeah, mf
Ooh, cinema, cinema said I'll body a regular
Ask me where I'm at, I'm with the pups in the city
I'm in Oaktown hustling, selling out my CDs
In the scraper doing stunts, down the 80 west freeway
Mfs counting up, me and Jaye did 50
Hippy dip with the za, I keep it unlocked
Excuse lil' mama, need some good from the bar
Like my moves, I'm sayin' you knows who we is
That new degree what's coming out
Fantastic, 93 on the gasket, mf
Stupid loud speakers on the side
Turn up my dial every time I go slide
Pushing my, pushing my, pushing my ride
Pushing my, pushing my, pushing my ride
Stupid loud speakers on the side
Turn up my dial every time I go slide
Pushing my, pushing my, pushing my ride
Pushing my, pushing my, pushing my ride
Ride, pushing my, pushing my
Pushing my ride, pushing my
Get anything you want, a little bit of love
I'll ride out with you everyday
Got picnic route, the coast, don't worry 'bout your look
You're from my imaginary, babe
Get anything you want, a little bit of love
I'll ride out with you everyday
Got picnic route, the coast, don't worry 'bout your look
You're from my imaginary, babe
Watch me touch the same shit without the editing
I'ma pop an extra one to get ahead of me
19, 23, I feel like Rita, mane
DE, T Suite, that's the money gang
Deep Ends soldier, send me purple hearts, baby
When I'm back home, I spend this bag on you, baby
Anywhere I'm at, I'm with the mutts from my pack
Out in public, I'm relaxed, spend some money on a plaque
Watch me touch the same shit without the editing
I'ma pop an extra one to get ahead of me
19, 23, I feel like Rita, mane
DE, T Suite, that's the money gang
Deep Ends soldier, send me purple hearts, baby
When I'm back home, I spend this bag on you, baby
Anywhere I'm at, I'm with the mutts from my pack
Out in public, I'm relaxed, spend some money on a plaque
Heart security was tripping
Heart security was trip
Heart security was tripping, baby, let them in
We need to hit the after party, that's the medicine
Telemann pack runners, Drooly, what it do?
Angel, put me onto colors, fool for revenue
How I got my yuzu when I flip the Nectar?
Gone too soon, but live forever
These pots in a pool, I feel the pressure
This job fill the room, phone call like yes sir
Then watch it all fall down
Standing on the corner with the new dog pound
Soundtown Radio, route me to the paper, ho
Get that check out, yeah, this life ain't replay-able
Then watch it all fall down, I see the crown
The sparkle, full throttle, let my feet not fail me now
Blessed that the boof can't tail the hound
Heaven-sent highway to Hell, he out
All fall down
Stupid loud speakers on the side
Turn up my dial every time I go slide
Pushing my, pushing my, pushing my ride
Pushing my, pushing my, pushing my ride
Stupid loud speakers on the side
Turn up my dial every time I go slide
Pushing my, pushing my, pushing my ride
Pushing my, pushing my, pushing my ride
Pushing my, pushing my ride
Pushing my, pushing my, pushing my ride
Pushing my, pushing my ride
Pushing my, pushing my ride
Pushing my, pushing my ride
Pushing my, pushing my ride
Pushing my, pushing my ride
Pushing my, pushing my ride