Music to Drive By

[Intro: Candace Pillay & Dem Jointz]

So, Jointz, let 'em know where you from

What difference does it make?

Right, right, okay

So, how did you get started?

Started with what?

You know, givin' us that heat?

I haven't given you anything, everything's for sale

Mm-hm-hm, right, right

So, Jointz, you've been doing this for a long time

What keeps you motivated?

Pills, pussy, and power

Really?

No

So, Jointz, hehe, famous question

What're you working on right now?

Next person who asks me that question

I promised myself I was gon' slap the shit out of 'em

Oh no, I'll cover my face, hehe

I'm not laughing

But seriously, anything you wanna say to the aspiring producer, songwriter or artist tryna make it in today's industry?

Yes, when the earth falls out of the orbit and crashes into the sun

And the weak shall burn to the very bone

While the warriors of sound remain whole

The promised land is false idols

Follow them and die

Oh my gosh, you've been a blast

Thank you for this wonderful interview

[Pre-Chorus: Vin Rock]

(Pump-pump)

(Pump-pump)

(Pump, pump-pump)

(Pump-pump)

[Chorus: Dem Jointz & Vin Rock]

All the sounds in my head

It's music to my ears

Gunshots are ringin'

The melody brings me to tears (Pump-pump)

And the helicopters in the air

And it's scarin' all the kids

This is music to drive by

You know what it is, yeah (Pump-pump)

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre, Vin Rock & Slim the Mobster]

They say the shit that I say is a misdemeanor

And some of the shit I say, I can say it cleaner

But everything you say results in no believers

So your opinion can kiss the tip of my fuckin' penis (Pump-pump)

You're so vulgar, so inappropriate (Pump)

Business man from the hood, billionaires is his associates (Pump-pump)

Don't get it twisted, got killers just a mile from here

(You know you done fucked up, don't you?)

(Outta here)

[Chorus: Dem Jointz, Vin Rock & ScHoolboy Q]

All the sounds in my head

It's music to my ears

Gunshots are ringin'

The melody brings me to tears (Pump-pump)

And the helicopters in the air

And it's scarin' all the kids

This is (Yo) music to (Yo) drive by (Uh)

You know what it is (Yo), yeah (Pump-pump)

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q, Vin Rock & Dem Jointz]

Feelin' sluggish, the burner gon' help me down, grippin' (Grippin')

Pistol [?] and pickles hangin' out the window

Bullet shells jumpin' back in the rental

Big H's, we on the frontline

Reppin' my gang relations (Pump-pump)

Can't makin' (Yeah), chicken bakin' (Bake)

Blue faces, blue laces (Yeah)

Where the gang bangers hangin'

Nigga, watch out for the ghetto bird

They know we done did it

See, they got my nigga last week

You know they gon' feel it

Watchin' my rearview (Pump-pump, uh-oh-oh)

Old pistol but the homie new (New)

Aim for the head, can't see bulletproof (Ayy)

We ridin', heavy hit a nigga, ain't nothin' slidin'

You see my mobbin', start duck 'n' divin'

You niggas' bootylicious (Pump-pump, woo)

Thinkin' these lyrics would get embarrassin'

Rat faces, three K-K-K's, no Terrance (Pump-pump)

Move the Bobby Brown and bills, no flakin', need mo' mirrors

If the pussy good, head ain't great, we don't share

[Bridge: Dem Jointz, ScHoolboy Q & Vin Rock]

I don't know (Uh) where to turn my burnin' eyes (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

Still the darkest of curbs and corner sides (Ooh-ooh-ooh, pump-pump)

All the rest of the world sees darker signs (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

You don't know where I'm from, but I don't mind (Ooh-ooh-ooh), bitch

[Chorus: Dem Jointz & Vin Rock]

All the sounds in my head

It's music to my ears

Gunshots are ringin'

The melody brings me to tears (Pump-pump)

And the helicopters in the air

And it's scarin' all the kids

This is music to drive by

You know what it is, yeah (Pump-pump)