Let My Beat Pound

Let My Beat Pound - T.I.

People see me in the street now

They wave at me and they ask me turn my beat down

Turn my beat down, turn my beat down

I tell em never I forever let my beat pound

I keep my speakers in the trunk just like that yay

Everybody where im from like that like that bass

Just cant wait till I get that whoopty just to ride threw the hood

Buy theyself an amp and hook some woofers up to it

If your motor running good and your 808 bumpin

Thats all that really matter you cant tell a nigga nothing

Nevermind what you ride when its dark outside

And theres broads outside, you just park outside

Pop your trunk and cut your music up loud

Now watch a crowd around bet they dig a nigga now

And my beat down low and my top let back

Now cut it to the max like I never said that (hey)

People see me in the street now

They wave at me and they ask me turn my beat down

Turn my beat down, turn my beat down

I tell em never I forever let my beat pound (hey)

Police ask to turn my beat down

He let me go, I turn the corner let my beat pound

Turn my beat down, wont turn my beat down

I tell em never I forever let my beat pound

When my girl ride with me, gotta cover my seat

Cuz that thang go to skeetin, and when I cut up my beat

Pumpin something Grand Hustle in a 96 bubble

Even amplify my tweeters so my music aint muffled

Your ass in trouble if u pull up next to me

When its really up high you cant hear yourself think

Cause my speaker box the biggest trunk sound like a midget

Tryna get up out of there 15's stay hittin

We be coming from a distance out of everbodys vision

They dont matter what I'm playing, I make everybody listen

See I'm turning around wondering how I get so loud

Ears ringing all day cuz my shit so loud

People see me in the street now

They wave at me and they ask to turn my beat down

Turn my beat down, turn my beat down

I tell em never I forever let my beat pound

Police ask me turn my beat down

He let me go, I turn the corner let my beat pound

Turn my beat down, wont turn my beat down

I tell em never I forever let my beat pound

When I pull up to the light and my shit so high

People mad I dont see them cuz im sitting so high

Looking at me like they stupid they cant hear there own music

But aint nothing they can do they just gotta listen to it

Jackie chan in my trunk just like young dro

I love that song cuz the bass so low

They be setting off alarms

The sound like I drop bombs

R.I.P. pimp c number 3 ridin dirty

Own it first I cut it up and make sure everybody heard it

Shaving swerving bumping young jeezy

Got him on the map best belive me

when you hear me say I got it in my lap

In the trap bumpin old B gizzle hot boy

Old lady on the porch holling wut is that noise

People asking me to cut it off

I roll my window down and I tell em it aint nothing dawg

People see me in the street now

They wave at me and they ask me turn my beat down

Turn my beat down, turn my beat down

I tell em never I forever let my beat pound

They wave at me and they ask me turn my beat down

Turn my beat down, turn my beat down

I tell em never I forever let my beat pound