Stereo Jack (Feat. Ehwhenkeem)

Dead silent rush hour drivin’ Got a Honda Civic with 5 dudes inside it With no tunes it feels like an asylum I'm growin’ violent as I cover more mileage A couple months back we went to catch a concert In a sketchy neighborhood it was gonna be bonkers 25 bucks just to park in the lot The homies said What a rip off that's fuckin a lot So I parked on Alvarado street avoiding all the parking fees You ain't gotta tell me shit I know it wasn't smart of me Not to mention walkin’ to the venue was an odyssey I was bein’ hella cheap blame the damn economy After the show headin’ back to the whip We saw the aftermath of what the crackhead did Broken glass if I catch him Imma whoop dat ass He’s probably smoking crack with my speakers on blast fuck Weeks and months I've drove this lonely road All I hears the air conditioner as it blows as it blows Some time ago a crack head broke both my windows and bounced Now my weed my sneakers my JBL speakers Nowhere to be found give me back my stereo my precious stereo Yeah he took all my albums from 93 ‘till Wu-Tang De La Hov Lauryn Hill Bet he’s bumpin’ Underground Kings gettin’ trill Outkast and Yeezy man what a steal Jacked both my speakers and all my iPods So many MP3's dat I had to buy five All adding up to ‘bout 500 gigs Took years to build a music collection dat big He haunts me in my dreams with headphones on Scratchin’ up cds and deletin’ my songs Then I wake up in cold sweat just feelin’ so vexed Yellin’ out Motherfucker that isn't yo shit Music is my crack give me dat crack back Give me my stuff back I'll buy you a crack sack How can people in this world be so cold When he took my stereo he took a piece of my soul Weeks and months I've drove this lonely road All I hears the air conditioner as it blows as it blows Some time ago a crack head broke both my windows and bounced Now my weed my sneakers my JBL speakers Nowhere to be found give me back my stereo my precious stereo Man girls ain't even wanna ride in my whip now The homies kick down gas money with big frowns Bangin’ on the dashboard hopin’ to entertain Kickin’ quick freestyles but it just ain't the same Every car ride awkward as fuck Somebody always small talkin you up man this sucks Whoever said silence is golden I'm sure Ain't never been on the 405 around 4 Paranoid without an ounce of trust left left Everybody is a thief or a suspect What’s a car without a bangin’ ass system That's like a car without a good transmission I would tune into a shitty station Or even play a demo tape that I would've wasted I swear dis is karma for piratin’ the music If I just get my stereo back I'll never do it My precious stereo