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SONG LYRICS: “Pound The Ground”
Pre-chorus:
(Sirens in the background with screeching automobile tires)
Yee Yee Yee Yeee, Yup Yup Yup Yuup, Hay Hay. When I come through, slide on em’-slide on em’, pop the clutch, then-glide on em’, glide on em’, hit the gas, than pound the ground, hit the gas than pound the ground (Repeat) When I come through, slide on em’-slide on em’, pop the clutch, then-glide on em’, glide on em’, hit the gas, than pound the ground, hit the gas than pound the ground
Verse:
Shift it down to first, hit the gas, then pop the clutch, we gonna smoke the block up, you haters can’t rock with us, back wheels swinging left to right ain’t no stopping us, keep your eyes open for them opps they be clocking us. On to the next run, just got my vest done, paint looking too wet, fly like the jetsons. Had to get a new amp, now I got some new slap, slide by the chickens they be looking like who’s dat. Yeah that’s the OG, Young that’s the homie, first they didn’t know me, now they all on me, drip so official from my head to my teasel, got her ass in the air and her head in the pillow. HEY!
Chorus:
When I come through, slide on em’-slide on em’, pop the clutch, then-glide on em’, glide on em’, hit the gas, than pound the ground, hit the gas than pound the ground (Repeat) When I come through, slide on em’-slide on em’, pop the clutch, then-glide on em’, glide on em’, hit the gas, than pound the ground, hit the gas than pound the ground
Verse:
Said I met her at the meet and greet, looking like a super freak, said her name was Dominque, had a crew of super freaks, we can hit the room for some rounds maybe two or three, gone off a bottle of tequila like a super beast, when we hit the park they was parking hella Harleys, about a hundred bikes lined up like an army. Chickens roll through dolled up like barbie, blowing smoke in the air like they name was Bob Marley. Went to the party, everybody walking out, love to the diva’s that’s what everybody talking about, came from everywhere, north, east, west and south. All on the ground, yeah we gonna pound it out.
Chorus:
When I come through, slide on em’-slide on em’, pop the clutch, then-glide on em’, glide on em’, hit the gas, than pound the ground, hit the gas than pound the ground (Repeat) When I come through, slide on em’-slide on em’, pop the clutch, then-glide on em’, glide on em’, hit the gas, than pound the ground, hit the gas than pound the ground |
