Dumbfoundead Stereo Jack ft. Ehwhenkeem song lyrics
Dumbfoundead Stereo Jack ft. Ehwhenkeem song lyrics
Dead silent, rush hour driving
We gotta Honda Civic with five dudes inside it
With no tunes it feels like an asylum
I'm growing violent as I cover more mileage
A couple months back we went to catch a concert
In a sketchy neighborhood, it was gonna be bonkers
25 bucks just to park in the lot
The homie said, "What a rip off, that's fucking a lot"
So I parked on Alvarado Street, avoiding all the parking fees
You ain't gotta tell me shit, I know it wasn't smart of me
Not to mention walking to the venue was an odyssey
I was being hella cheap, blamed the damn economy
After the show, headed back to the whip
We saw the aftermath of what the crackhead did
Broken glass—if I catch 'em I'mma whoop that ass
He's probably smoking crack with my speakers on blast, fuck
The weeks and months, I've drove this lonely road
All I hear is the air conditioner as it blows
As it blows
Some time ago, a crackhead broke both my windows and bounced
Got my weed, my sneakers, my JBL speakers
Nowhere to be found, give me back my stereo
My precious stereo
Yeah
He took all my albums from '93 'till
Wu-Tang, De La, Hove, Lauryn Hill
Bet he's bumping underground, kings getting trilled
Outkast and Yeezy, man what a steal
Jack both my speakers and all my iPods
So many MP3 that I had to buy five
All adding up to 'bout 500 gigs
Took years to build a music collection that big
He haunts me in my dreams with headphones on
Scratching up CDs and deleting my songs
Then I wake up in cold sweat, just feeling so vexed
Yelling out, "Motherfucker, that isn't yo' shit"
Music is my crack, give me that crack back
Give me my stuff back, I'll buy you a crack sack
How can people in this world be so cold?
When he took my stereo he took a piece of my soul
The weeks and months, I've drove this lonely road
All I hear is the air conditioner as it blows
As it blows
Some time ago, a crackhead broke both my windows and bounced
Got my weed, my sneakers, my JBL speakers
Nowhere to be found, give me back my stereo
My precious stereo
Man, girls ain't even wanna ride in my whip now
The homies kick down gas money with big frowns
Banging on the dash board, hoping to entertain
Kicking quick freestyles, but it just ain't the same
Every car ride offer is fucked
Somebody always smart talking you up, man this sucks
Whoever said silence is golden I'm sure
Ain't ever been on the 405 around four, ever
Paranoid, without an ounce of trust, laughed at
Everybody is a thief or a suspect
What's a car without a banging ass system?
That's like a car without a good transmission
I would tune into a shitty station
Or even play a demo tape that I would've wasted
I swear this is karma for pirating the music
If I just get my stereo back, I'll never do it
My precious stereo