In Stereo

This is how it goes,
Welcome one and all to the show.
We're wired up, fired up,
Fucking ready to go.
In the back of the parking lot,
Outside of the bar.
Twenty deep,
Twenty feet from the boulevard.
Black hoodies,
Black caps,
Black label in glasses.
Previewing the new shit before all the masses.
'Cause the first thing I need when I've got a new beat,
Is to see how it sounds,
Echoing off the street.
I just take it for a spin,
Pop the CD in.
Slide it up to ten and get that rear-view shaking,
Then play it again so there is no mistaking.
San Andres the block,
Get this bitch earth-quaking like,
Oh
Ready for it here we go,
We got the whole block rockin' in stereo.
We're taking control,
Letting everybody know,
And if you feel it,
Let me hear everybody go.
Oh
You're not ready,
I got plenty cuts for twenty months dropped steadily.
Plenty tracks to empty on your whack pedigree,
I'm backed heavily while you're packing peddling.
Forget the chit chat on me homie,
Kick back,
I'm on that shit that can get your homie bitch-slapped,
So zip your lip back,
Listen and watch.
We got the whole block rockin' off the way the beat knocks,
You don't have to warn the people on the corner,
They know,
That if you're standing on that corner then you're getting that show.
World premiering you're hearing that Machine Shop flow,
San Andreas the block,
Get this bitch earth-quaking like,
Oh
Ready for it here we go,
We got the whole block rockin' in stereo.
We're taking control,
Letting everybody know,
And if you feel it,
Let me hear everybody go.
Oh
Ready for it here we go,
We got the whole block rockin' in stereo.
We're taking control,
Letting everybody know,
And if you feel it,
Let me hear everybody go.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.