Dirty Funk

Creeping through the alleyway, got no time for games to play Cassette tape is spinning slow, watch the neon city glow Riding in the classic ride, got the shadows by my side Windows down and smoke is thick, living life out dangerous, quick Moving slow but thinking fast, making sure this moment last Chopped and screwed, we make it boom. Echoes in the empty room. Rolling with the underground. Listen to the heavy sound. Bass is bumping in the trunk, sipping on that dirty funk Leaving all the fakes behind, we are of a different kind Bass is bumping in the trunk, sipping on that dirty funk Never gonna stop the grind, leave the haters far behind Gold chain resting on my chest, knowing that we are the best Steady mobbing through the street, vibing to the old school beat Memphis magic in the air, we don't really even care Sun comes up but we still out, showing what we all about Classic sound will never die, reaching up into the sky