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Dead silent, rush hour driving
Got a Honda Civic with five dudes inside it
With no tunes it feels like an asylum
I'm growing 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 homie said: "What a rip-off, that's fucking a lot"
So I parked on Alvarado street avoiding all the parking fees
You ain't gotta tell me, shit 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 the whip
We saw the aftermath of what the crackhead did
Broken glass, if I catch him I'mma whoop that ass
He's probably smoking crack with my speakers on blast
Fuck
Weeks and months I've drove this lonely road
All I hear's the air conditioner as it blows
Some time ago a crackhead broke both my windows
And bounced
Now my weed, my sneakers, my JBL speakers
Are nowhere to be found
Give me back my stereo
My precious stereo
He took all my albums from '93 'til
Wu-Tang, De La, Hov, Lauryn Hill
Betty's bumping, Underground Kingz getting trill
OutKast and Yeezy, man what a steal
Jacked both my speakers and all my iPods
So many MP3s that I had to buy five
All adding up to about 500 gigs
Took years to build a music collection that big
He haunts me in my dreams with headphones on
Scratching up CDs and deleting my songs
Then I wake up in cold sweat, just feeling so vexed
Yelling out motherfucker that isn't your shit
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
Man, girls ain't even want to ride in my whip now
The homies kick down gas money with big frowns
Banging on the dashboard hoping to entertain
Kicking quick freestyles but it just ain't the same
Every car ride awkward as fuck
Somebody always small talking you up, man this sucks
Whoever said silence is golden I'm sure
Ain't never been on the 405 around 4
Paranoid, without an ounce of trust left
Everybody is a thief or a suspect
What's a car without a banging ass system?
That's like a car without a good transmission
I would tune into a shitty 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
My precious stereo