[Pre-Chorus: Wyann Vaughn & Vin Rock]
Go 'head, baby
Go 'head, baby (Pump-pump), uh
Go 'head, baby
You're killin' it, baby (Pump-pump), uh
Go 'head, baby
Stand up if you're feeling it, baby (Pump, pump-pump), uh
Go 'head, baby, uh
You're killin'-killin'-killin' (Pump-pump)

[Chorus: Dem Jointz & Vin Rock]
All the sounds in my head
It's music to my ears
Gunshots are ringin'
The melody brings me to tears (Pump-pump)
And the helicopters in the air
And it's scarin' all the kids
This is music to drive by
You know what it is, yeah (Pump-pump)

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre, Vin Rock & Slim the Mobster]
They say the shit that I say is a misdemeanor
And some of the shit I say, I can say it cleaner
But everything you say results in no believers
So your opinion can kiss the tip of my fuckin' penis (Pump-pump)
You're so vulgar, so inappropriate (Pump)
Business man from thе hood, billionaires is his associates (Pump-pump)
Don't get it twistеd, got killers just a mile from here
(You know you done fucked up, don't you?)
(Outta here)
[Chorus: Dem Jointz, Vin Rock & ScHoolboy Q]
All the sounds in my head
It's music to my ears
Gunshots are ringin'
The melody brings me to tears (Pump-pump)
And the helicopters in the air
And it's scarin' all the kids
This is (Yo) music to (Yo) drive by (Uh)
You know what it is (Yo), yeah (Pump-pump)

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q, Vin Rock & Dem Jointz]
Feelin' sluggish, the burner gon' help me down, grippin' (Grippin')
Pistol [?] and pickles hangin' out the window
Bullet shells jumpin' back in the rental
Big H's, we on the frontline
Reppin' my gang relations (Pump-pump)
Can't makin' (Yeah), chicken bakin' (Bake)
Blue faces, blue laces (Yeah)
Where the gang bangers hangin'
N***a, watch out for the ghetto bird
They know we done did it
See, they got my n***a last week
You know they gon' feel it
Watchin' my rearview (Pump-pump, uh-oh-oh)
Old pistol but the homie new (New)
Aim for the head, can't see bulletproof (Ayy)
We ridin', heavy hit a n***a, ain't nothin' slidin'
You see my mobbin', start duck 'n' divin'
You n***as' bootylicious (Pump-pump, woo)
Thinkin' these lyrics would get embarrassin'
Rat faces, three K-K-K's, no Terrance (Pump-pump)
Move the Bobby Brown and bills, no flakin', need mo' mirrors
If the pussy good, head ain't great, we don't share
[Bridge: Dem Jointz, ScHoolboy Q & Vin Rock]
I don't know (Uh) where to turn my burnin' eyes (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Still the darkest of curbs and corner sides (Ooh-ooh-ooh, pump-pump)
All the rest of the world sees darker signs (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
You don't know where I'm from, but I don't mind (Ooh-ooh-ooh), bitch

[Chorus: Dem Jointz & Vin Rock]
All the sounds in my head
It's music to my ears
Gunshots are ringin'
The melody brings me to tears (Pump-pump)
And the helicopters in the air
And it's scarin' all the kids
This is music to drive by
You know what it is, yeah (Pump-pump)