Koop Da Villain - Pull Up

I wake up in the morning, get dead on they're ass
Like a new pair of slacks what you know about that
First car was a Lac, put two twelves in the back
That lil bitch had some thump, turned it up to the max
Scoping the scene with my seat on relax
Parking lot pimping, she's throwing it back
When I pull up SLAB they don't know how to act
Keep the heat in my lap for the haters that jack
I wake up in the morning get dead on they're ass
Like a new pair of slacks what you know about that
First car was a Lac, put two twelves in the back
That lil bitch had some thump, turned it up to the max
Scoping the scene with my seat on relax
Parking lot pimping, she's throwing it back
When I pull up SLAB they don't know how to act
Keep the heat in my lap for the haters that jack

King Kong vs. Mighty Joe Young in my trunk
It's a fight to the death so you know that it's up
I can't turn down like my volume got stuck
I'm breaking necks and not giving a fuck
Speakers so loud they might peirce your ears
And my tweeters are clearer than chandeliers
Kickers might knock out your new veneers
Hang them up on my mirror like souvenirs
Got the SLAB painted green, call it Guile
You'll hear that sonic boom from a mile
Got a tank full of gas Imma cruise for while
I'm beating the block with a smile
These woofers I'm pushin' relentless
Fuck around knock your doors off the hinges
Fuck around knock down all of your family pictures
I swear my system is vicious

I wake up in the morning get dead on they're ass
Like a new pair of slacks what you know about that
First car was a Lac, put two twelves in the back
That lil bitch had some thump, turned it up to the max
Scoping the scene with my seat on relax
Parking lot pimping, she's throwing it back
When I pull up SLAB they don't know how to act
Keep the heat in my lap for the haters that jack
I wake up in the morning get dead on they're ass
Like a new pair of slacks what you know about that
First car was a Lac, put two twelves in the back
That lil bitch had some thump, turned it up to the max
Scoping the scene with my seat on relax
Parking lot pimping, she's throwing it back
When I pull up SLAB they don't know how to act
Keep the heat in my lap for the haters that jack

The way that I come down the block is absurd
I'm swangin' and swervin' ain't scraping no curbs
Trunk dancing on 'em, look like You Got Served
That candy paint drippin', It look like some syrup
I got your grandmother clutching her pearls
I chunked her the duece she said, "What in the world!"
Neighbors don't like me, I'm up with the birds
I'm shaking the ground, tryna catch me a worm
This bass sound like bombs over Baghdad
This shit might knock a vet out his dog tags
Thank you for your service, them woofers start barking
I swear ain't no holding these dogs back
Knock the pillowcase of a Klansman, and a Trump supporter out his ball cap
When I open the trunk it's a light show
RIP DJ SCREW, that's in all caps

My system is boomin', my music is screwed
And my rims are petruding, ain't giving them room
I'm hoggin' the lanes, and acting a fool
Cause down in the H thats just how we do
My system is boomin', my music is screwed
And my rims are petruding, ain't giving them room
Hoggin' the lanes, and acting a fool
Cause down in the H thats just how we do

I wake up in the morning get dead on they're ass
Like a new pair of slacks what you know about that
First car was a Lac, put two twelves in the back
That lil bitch had some thump, turned it up to the max
Scoping the scene with my seat on relax
Parking lot pimping, she's throwing it back
When I pull up SLAB they don't know how to act
Keep the heat in my lap for the haters that jack
I wake up in the morning get dead on they're ass
Like a new pair of slacks what you know about that
First car was a Lac, put two twelves in the back
That lil bitch had some thump, turned it up to the max
Scoping the scene with my seat on relax
Parking lot pimping, she's throwing it back
When I pull up SLAB they don't know how to act
Keep the heat in my lap for the haters that jack

King Kong vs. Mighty Joe Young in my trunk
It's a fight to the death so you know that it's up
I can't turn down like my volume got stuck
I'm breaking necks and not giving a fuck
Speakers so loud they might peirce your ears
And my tweeters are clearer than chandeliers
Kickers might knock out your new veneers
Hang them up on my mirror like souvenirs
Got the SLAB painted green, call it Guile
You'll hear that sonic boom from a mile
Got a tank full of gas Imma cruise for while
I'm beating the block with a smile
These woofers I'm pushin' relentless
Fuck around knock your doors off the hinges
Fuck around knock down all of your family pictures
I swear my system is vicious

I wake up in the morning, get dead on they're ass
Like a new pair of slacks, what you know about that
First car was a Lac, put two twelves in the back
That lil bitch had some thump, turned it up to the max
Scoping the scene with my seat on relax
Parking lot pimping, she's throwing it back
When I pull up SLAB they don't know how to act
Keep the heat in my lap for the haters that jack
I wake up in the morning, get dead on they're ass
Like a new pair of slacks, what you know about that
First car was a Lac, put two twelves in the back
That lil bitch had some thump, turned it up to the max
Scoping the scene with my seat on relax
Parking lot pimping, she's throwing it back
When I pull up SLAB they don't know how to act
Keep the heat in my lap for the haters that jack

Written by:
Michael Cooper

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