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Zoom
819
Hip-Hop/Rap
Zoom was released on January 1, 2004 by Priority Records as a part of the album Detroit Deli (A Taste of Detroit)
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2004
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slum Village
Slum Village
Performer
Phat Kat
Phat Kat
Additional Vocals
Black Milk
Black Milk
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R.L. Altman III
R.L. Altman III
Composer
Jason "Elzhi" Powers
Jason "Elzhi" Powers
Composer
Ralph J. Rice II
Ralph J. Rice II
Composer
Curtis E. Cross
Curtis E. Cross
Composer
Ron Watts
Ron Watts
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Black Milk
Black Milk
Producer
Young RJ Rice
Young RJ Rice
Engineer, Producer

Lyrics

{*car engine starting up*}
Yeah!
(Zoom) Turn it up, 'til it rattle the trunk
(Zoom) Volume up, from the cars to the trucks
(Zoom) Let me take you on this ride, buckle up
(Zoom) Gorillas coming through, so knuckle up, yeah
(Zoom) Turn it up, 'til it rattle the trunk, uh
(Zoom) Volume up, from the cars to the trucks
(Zoom) Let me take you on this ride, buckle up
(Zoom) Gorillas coming through, so knuckle up, ****
Yeah, catch me in the tank with the rims spinnin'
Spinners, sorta looking like it's windmillin'
And yeah, catch me in the Jag, boy, it's so easy
See me, T-3eezy, with 3 TV's
Pop chammy in the car, boy, that black Mustang
See the velvet on the rug, yeah, that's woodgrain
It's {*static*}
Keep it bumpin' 'til the freaks come out
And when the freaks come out, I put the dick in they mouths
And we gon' do this regardless
The check got us watch-donned, the ice is flawless
Yeah, it's I and Jason
Catch us at the live, boy, pussy chasin'
In the ride, chick, we hop, they look
We roll Hot Wheels, ya'll hop on foot
Now get it out
Uh, Phat Kat A.K.A. Ronnie Cash
Detroit finest, 1st Down, quick to blast
Corny motherfuckers steady comin' in last
At the finish line, rollin' some grass, palmin' some [ass]
Toastin' the glass
You corny **** is hoes
Who the fuck made ya'll wanna get aggressive with flows?
**** is soft like Pillsbury Crescent Rolls
Numbers in my bank account accrues commas and decimals
Who knows? Dos, tres, quatro?!
Ronnie Cash, comin' through, killin' [****] that's not chose
Detroit finest, you know the click, we keep it hot, bro
Same **** off in your show, Ben Stillers
Speak the truth, so my fans ain't got no choice but to feel it
**** on these streets with guns, acting tough
Same cocksuckers go to jail and get [fucked]
Feelin' lucky, duck? Step up, press your luck
Fuckin' wit me? You're guaranteed to stay there
Lil' faggot ass fixin' up so you can stay there
Yeah!
(Zoom) Turn it up, 'til it rattle the trunk
(Zoom) Volume up, from the cars to the trucks
(Zoom) Let me take you on this ride, buckle up
(Zoom) Gorillas coming through, so knuckle up, yeah
(Zoom) Turn it up, 'til it rattle the trunk, uh
(Zoom) Volume up, from the cars to the trucks
(Zoom) Let me take you on this ride, buckle up
(Zoom) Gorillas coming through, so knuckle up, ****
I grip wood Benz at a car show
Might be a little ****, don't make me hit ya, boi
I'll knock the wind out Chicago
You love it when I'm kickin' the verse
You know I ripped it
Like my fingerprints was on the spittin' clip when it burst
To make them hollows scream
I deal with my inner demons
More than a hood deal with 'em outside on Halloween
But you don't know nothin' about that
The mouth that get your mouth smacked
So hard, you fall off guard, 'til you bounce back
Of course, we spinner-ridin' through your blocks' ground
We got it locked down like two dreads intertwining
(Zoom)
(Zoom)
(Zoom)
{*car peels out*}
Written by: Curtis E. Cross, Jason "Elzhi" Powers, R.L. Altman III, Ralph J. Rice II, Ron Watts
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