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