2 12's

[Chorus: Nic D and Jon Keith] I got two 12's in the trunk Will I? They could, now they blowing (Blow blow) I got' stop turning it up (Turnin' it, turnin' it) This what you doing, it wrong (Brrt) I just be calling they bluffs (Callin' it, callin' it) But they never pick up the phone (They never pick it up) I guess when push come to shove (Uh) They might get knocked off they throne (Yeah) I got two 12's in this trunk (Yeah) Will I? They could, now they blowing (Yeah, yeah) I guess I'm turning it up (Yeah) This what you doing it wrong (Yeah, yeah) I just be calling they bluffs (Yeah) But they never pick up the phone (Yeah, yeah) I guess when push come to shove (Yeah) They might get knocked off they throne (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Nic D] They keep on singing a lot, I know What do you want from me? You want a piece of the pie, it shows Pardon my manners and pardon my grammar I do this for love Put that on my grandma I'm wearing my cutoffs Like I'm David Banner I hand out my 10's And nobody even knows I'm a star Life is a beach with a private cabana We hanging like banner Play that drum, and it hit like a hammer I ain't done, and I show 'em the handles Push they button like I'm changing the channel Same pattern, different day, like you rocking a flannel Speakers get blown like a candle Rappers that don't look their part, I'm the perfect example [Chorus: Nic D and Jon Keith] I got two 12's in this trunk (Yeah) Will I? They could, now they blowing (Yeah, yeah) I guess I'm turning it up (Yeah) This what you doing it wrong (Yeah, yeah) I just be calling they bluffs (Yeah) But they never pick up the phone (Yeah, yeah) I guess when push come to shove (Yeah) They might get knocked off they throne (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Jon Keith] I guess I gotta say it Thought you knew, but I shouldn't assume When I spit you gonna take it like vitamins Watch how I'm moving, maneuver I'm splitting these waves While you -- just be riding them I set the standard, don't lie Decided to be fly, if you up I'm the pilot then You wanna test me, then push me And keep something real 'Cause you gonna say goodbye to it Who rapping circles round the kids? Why you telling fibs? Give this boy a bib I can kill a catalog With just my lips I pretend I didn't see it Let him live You pretend you got the heat Even got a seat Even get to eat If you wanna meet Let me know the deets If you wanna beat Levels, six deep Wait, let me chill a bit With the bliss Remember this I stand alone Challenge don't exist Don't gotta explain Only get the gist Only gotta take what therapy insists Only got it if you wanna see the Son It's a lot of fish, swimming with piranhas Two 12's in the trunk Know I got the jump Take me for a chump (Yeah)