Duke Westlake - Stereo Jack lyrics

[Verse 1: Dumbfoundead] Dead silent, rush hour drivin Got a Honda civic with 5 dudes inside it With no tunes, it feels like an asylum I'm growin 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 homies said "what a rip off That's f**in a lot" So I parked on Alvarado street, avoiding all the parking fees You ain't gotta tell me sh**, I know it wasn't smart of me Not to mention walking to the venue was an odyssey I was being hella cheap, blame the damn economy After the show heading back to whip We saw the aftermath of what the crackhead did Broken gla**, if I catch him Ima whoop that a** Hes probably smoking crack with my speakers on blast, f** [Hook: Ehwhenkeem] Weeks and months I've drove this lonely road All I hears the air conditioner as it blows (as it blows) Some time ago, a crack head broke both my windows and bounced Now my weed, my sneakers my JBL speakers No where to be found, GIVE ME BACK MY STEREO, MY PRECIOUS STEREO [Verse 2: Dumbfoundead] He took all my albums from 93 till Wu-tang, de la, hov, lauryn hill Bet hes bumpin Underground kings getting trill Outkast and yeezy man what a steal Jacked both my speakers and all my ipods So many mp3's 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 Scratchin up cds, and deleting my songs Then I wake up in cold sweat, just feelin so vexed Yelling out "motherf**er that isn't yo sh**" 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 [Hook: Ehwhenkeem] Weeks and months I've drove this lonely road All I hears the air conditioner as it blows (as it blows) Some time ago, a crack head broke both my windows and bounced Now my weed, my sneakers my JBL speakers No where to be found, GIVE ME BACK MY STEREO, MY PRECIOUS STEREO [Verse 3: Dumbfoundead] Man, girls ain't even wanna ride in my whip now The homies kick down gas money with big frowns Bangin on the dashboard, hopin to entertain Kickin quick freestyles, but it just ain't the same Every car ride awkward as f** Somebody always small talkin you up, man this s**s Whoever said silence is golden, I'm sure Ain't never been on the 405 around 4 Paranoind, without an ounce of trust left, (left) Everybody is a thief or a suspect Whats a car without a bangin a** system That's like a car without a good transmission I would tune into a sh**ty 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