[Verse 1 - Sir Michael Rocks and Chuck Inglish]
I'm callin' tellin' y'all how I did it like Derrick Rose
It's no sweat. N***a, hang my coat up in the coat check
The pinewood boatdeck shine when the sun hit it
The waterproof finish? I ain't even wanna coach yet
X2

[Verse 2 - Sir Michael Rocks and Chuck Inglish]
With no stretchin' or the warm up drills
I'm Jordan sweatsuit joggin', homie, guess who got 'em
In them black number sevens with the Swiss cheese bottoms
The Damon Stoudamire Blazer jersey is a problem
B-A-S-F flag fives and I called it
Like dog, psshh, when these come out
Nothing to it, but to do it
Just stirring the pot
Stop, pop, jumpshot so sporty
Yo, I tried being average, it's just not for me
I told the lady, pour me another cup of the jungle juice
See, I need one or two, starting five, coming soon
N***as spitting top five lines on the interlude

[Hook - Mikey & Chuck]
Kick it in the city when we in around town
Next door neighbors telling us that it's too loud
Now, neighbor, can you please just turn that mess down?
This is the sound of throwing pennies on the ground
[Verse 2 - Ludacris]
Disturbing tha peace!
That's what we do
Surprise n***as
Luda!
Part two my speakers fine like wine
Tryin' tell me turn 'em down? You out yo mothafuckin' mind
Four fifteens, enough to make the glass break
I hit a switch, the car strips and makes its ass shake
Bass and treble good, need a little mid on it
Your flow's trash, tell these n***as put a lid on it
I get a hundred a verse, so put a bid on it
Unless you're God or got a Cool Kid on it
Then I might do it for free
Cuz what these bitches do for them they might do it for me ha!
Luda! I'm the captain of the spaceship
Real hip-hop lives death to this fake shit
And we hustle through recessions
It's debates about the best
I'm the answer, ain't no questions
I'm rich and these junkies steady begging for a round
Well this is the sound of throwing pennies on the ground

[Verse 3 - Bun B]
I got a pocket full of profit, and a wallet full of wonder (Wonder)
A brain full of brawn, and a throat that's full of thunder. (Pause)
The ground that be under, man, they know me as a king
Make your head, (head), bells, and your cellphones ring
Feel the sting as the 808 bang up out this air. When
Faka' as I'm makin' major magic like I'm Earvin
Johnson and Johnson baby powder fresh
It's the trillest in the game, (game), right here in the flesh, n***a
Yes. Think you fresher? Gotta tell ya' n***a, no. (No)
My Jordan's number nine, and my chain is figaro. (Roll)
See I got bigger rims, bigger speakers, bigger dough
Not to mention when I flow, it's like I let the trigger go. (Whoa)
I'm so sick with it. Better pass me the Tamiflu
U-G-K for life, disrespect and I'll be damned, if you. (Uhh)
We still too trill, so keep on wishing
Bun-B, Ludacris and Cool Kids, we gone fishin'
Let's go