[Chorus] 

People see me in the street now 

They wave at me and they ask me turn my beat down 

Turn my beat down, turn my beat down 

I tell em never I forever let my beat pound 



[Verse 1] 

I keep my speakers in the trunk just like that yay 

Everybody where im from like that like that bass 

Just cant wait till I get that whoopty just to ride threw the hood 

Buy theyself an amp and hook some woofers up to it 

If your motor running good and your 808 bumpin 

Thats all that really matter you cant tell a nigga nothing 

Nevermind what you ride when its dark outside 

And theres broads outside, you just park outside 

Pop your trunk and cut your music up loud 

Now watch a crowd around bet they dig a nigga now 

And my beat down low and my top let back 

Now cut it to the max like I never said that (hey) 



[Chorus] 

People see me in the street now 

They wave at me and they ask me turn my beat down 

Turn my beat down, turn my beat down 

I tell em never I forever let my beat pound (hey) 

Police ask to turn my beat down 

He let me go, I turn the corner let my beat pound 

Turn my beat down, wont turn my beat down 

I tell em never I forever let my beat pound 



[Verse 2] 

When my girl ride with me, gotta cover my seat 

Cuz that thang go to skeetin, and when I cut up my beat 

Pumpin something Grand Hustle in a 96 bubble 

Even amplify my tweeters so my music aint muffled 

Your ass in trouble if u pull up next to me 

When its really up high you cant hear yourself think 

Cause my speaker box the biggest trunk sound like a midget 

Tryna get up out of there 15's stay hittin 

We be coming from a distance out of everbodys vision 

They dont matter what I'm playing, I make everybody listen 

See I'm turning around wondering how I get so loud 

Ears ringing all day cuz my shit so loud 



[Chorus] 

People see me in the street now 

They wave at me and they ask to turn my beat down 

Turn my beat down, turn my beat down 

I tell em never I forever let my beat pound 

Police ask me turn my beat down 

He let me go, I turn the corner let my beat pound 

Turn my beat down, wont turn my beat down 

I tell em never I forever let my beat pound 



[Verse 3] 

When I pull up to the light and my shit so high 

People mad I dont see them cuz im sitting so high 

Looking at me like they stupid they cant hear there own music 

But aint nothing they can do they just gotta listen to it 

Jackie chan in my trunk just like young dro 

I love that song cuz the bass so low 

They be setting off alarms 

The sound like I drop bombs 

Pumpin trick www . DUB . com 

R.I.P. pimp c number 3 ridin dirty 

Own it first I cut it up and make sure everybody heard it 

Shaving swerving bumping young jeezy 

Got him on the map best belive me when you hear me say I got it in my lap 

In the trap bumpin old B gizzle hot boy 

Old lady on the porch holling wut is that noise 

People asking me to cut it off 

I roll my window down and I tell em it aint nothing dawg 



[Chorus] 

People see me in the street now 

They wave at me and they ask me turn my beat down 

Turn my beat down, turn my beat down 

I tell em never I forever let my beat pound