Humps for the Boulevard

Yeah, I got some humps for the boulevard Turn it up, pump it up, cause it's hittin hard I'm gettin down y'all, just for the fuck of it I got a hold of the mic like a vice grip I got a vision, but it's different than Mariah's I wanna hear you pumpin them Pyle Drivers No matter what kinda speakers you got I know the Fosgate amp is gettin hot The bass knocks hard just like the police And the fans eat it up like a fuckin feast Rodney O, one funky individual I got the rhymes when the situation's critical Yeah, the B-L-V-D, turn up the V-O-L-U-M-E Humps for the motherfuckin boulevard You broke your ass off a funky beat, made just for the cars It don't matter if your sound system stop, bro Still turn me up and let down your windows I'm pushing Alpine and 650 Fosgate I like my shit loud, till I get a headache Don't front, we know you're liking sounds loud, G And our shit ain't made for no sissies Got the street beat I know ya been waiting for So just be careful cause it might crack your window So when you're rolling, G, in your funky fresh car Don't forget to play the humps for the boulevard Yeah, we got the humps for the boulevard Turn it up, pump it up, cause it's hittin hard Humps for the boulevard While you light up a hootie, mack Take a hit, blow it out, then you pass it back You got the bomb shit, so you're really feelin it You bought a 40 and your homie is killin it Roll down the windows, comin up are some hoochies Your homie's ugly, so he can't pop the coochie You're laughin at your homeboy cause he got dissed He's on tip, and you know that he's gettin pissed Stop at the store, cause my boys got the munchies You're rolling deep and your ride's gettin funky Ain't no thang, pile up back in the car Keep it going fool, humps for the boulevard