Audio Push - Bring The Noise lyrics

[Price:] Shut it down Want the drama, call your boys Stop talking Got a problem, bring the noise Got a problem, bring the noise Young n***a turned nothin' to a whole grip Whole grip, then half cable we had to play Go Fish Now I'm in the rap game plottin' on the whole sh** A n***a was feeling like Brett Favre back in '06 Making plays off the phone flip Flip-phone on my phone clip Had to get home or mama gon' trip Love too busy taking bone grips House party bumping so loud, make the song skip Give it to 'em raw on some [cone] sh** I got a couple dawgs out in Zone 6 That know a couple broads, said they don't strip Or gon' get naked if you gon' tip Well, I ain't got no cash for that a** Just some Patrone if you gon' sip And some long dick- so big pants won't zip Oh you want this? [4x] Throw that sh** to the boy bet you I won't miss White girls holding glow sticks sh**-sh** faced tryna' show tits Fake n***as in my face on that bro sh** But I ain't hearing ya'll Man I'm tryna' get involved Pre-gamed the whole zip and I feel gnarly Don't talk to me in the party I can't hear you n***as sorry, sorry Shut it down Want the drama, call your boys Stop talking Got a problem, bring the noise Got a problem, bring the noise [Oktane:] Ganja up in the air for the night On stage it's dreads and a mic Fresh n***a make your girl wanna give me brain on site And promoters gon' pay cause I'm nice I gotta keep it going for everybody When I bounce Take a pound, break it down, and roll an ounce Tech Decks cut the necks out my shirts And get more compliments on that than her purse Hot damn spent five bucks, you five racks Still can't get your chick off my back All up on my Twitter, f** off my sack Only want cheese, treat her like a rat Come to HOH, the house, see the facts Then come to the crib, leave yo' phone where it's at You hit her on the jack she don't text a n***a back So it coming to how I do it, you can't buy that S-W-A-G, whatever you call it Everybody plotting, anticipating you falling Paying off the refs and telling them how to call it So I don't wanna talk to you n***as now that I'm ballin' Dealers said place your bets, and now we all in Every girl you double-tapped is about to fall in Bouncing no starlin, after she off it Tell her N-O like we back in New Orleans No you can't go, I got business to handle And Benjy no benjies what we need our hands on Feeling like John Stockton all these hoes I pa**ed on RIP to this sh** I just ga**ed on Promise you do it like this and you'll last long Do it like you don't know when it's your last song Know you feel stupid, if we what you pa**ed on I give you a break, n***as go put your gas on [Price:] I Pre-gamed the whole zip and I feel gnarly Don't talk to me in the party I can't hear you n***as sorry, sorry