my mirror

Lyrics

​[Intro]
​(Heavy, low-end 808 sub-bass drops instantly, making the speakers rattle)
(High-pitched G-Funk synth whistle starts to wail in the background)
(Sound of a car door slamming, keys turning in the ignition, and a massive engine roaring to life)
Ad-libs: Yeah... Uh-huh.
Vallejo, California. Back in the soil.
You know how we do it when we leanin' to the side.
Check the glass, man. Look at the glass.
Ugh! Think it's game? It ain't game.
Watch the reflection vibrate. Watch it drop.
Turn that trunk up. Higher. Yeah, right there.
Feel that rattle in your chest cavity.
Let’s ride.
​[Chorus]
​Going sideways, this way, that way,
Heavy in the traffic where the playas want to play.
Going sideways, this way, that way,
Dipping through the town on a hot summer day.
Going sideways, this way, that way,
Windows rolled down and the 15s scream,
Bass keeps knocking down my rear view mirror,
Chunking up the deuce, living out a structural dream.
Yeah, the bass keeps knocking down my rear view mirror,
Can't see a thing behind me but it's never been clearer.
Going sideways, this way, that way,
Riding through the soil where the true Mobb stay.
​[Verse 1: The 1995 Formula]
​I’m fresh out the gate with a pocket full of paper,
Hustling on the corner, dodging every single hater.
Got the dynamic duo in the front seat lounging,
While the subwoofers in the back are steadily pounding.
I’m a representative of the savage, the gritty, the bold,
Selling independent tapes till the story is told.
We don't do the ordinary, we don't do the plain,
Got a trunk full of funk that'll mess with your brain.
Every time the kick drum hits the concrete floor,
The block starts shaking from the roof to the door.
I’m talking heavy rolling basslines, smooth and superb,
As I’m cutting every corner, scraping up against the curb.
Got a custom digital dash but it's hard to read the digits,
The vibrations so intense it's giving everybody fidgets.
Look up at the glass, it’s a casualty of sound,
Glue it back tonight, tomorrow knock it to the ground.
​[Chorus]
​Going sideways, this way, that way,
Heavy in the traffic where the playas want to play.
Going sideways, this way, that way,
Dipping through the town on a hot summer day.
Going sideways, this way, that way,
Windows rolled down and the 15s scream,
Bass keeps knocking down my rear view mirror,
Chunking up the deuce, living out a structural dream.
​[Verse 2: Fast-Talk & Slang-Talk]
​Ad-libs: (Ooh! Yup! Look at it!)
Slicker than a oil spill, quicker than a flash,
Gotta get the revenue, gotta make the cash.
Suckers try to mimic but they cannot match the cadence,
Flowing like a river with the structural foundations.
I’m a wordsmith, a wizard of the Northern California slang,
Click-clack, big track, let the heavy metal bang.
I’m putting down a pattern that’s irregular and strange,
But the neighborhood is loving how I never rearrange.
We got the old school Regal with the candy paint dripping,
Hydraulics on the front while the back end is dipping.
But it’s the audio, the heavy-duty box in the trunk,
Loaded up with nothing but that pure uncut funk.
Every single decibel is heavy like a brick,
Making all the rearview mirrors do a magic trick.
It untightens up the screws, it unhinges all the plastic,
The way the glass is vibrating is something quite drastic.
​[Chorus]
​Going sideways, this way, that way,
Heavy in the traffic where the playas want to play.
Going sideways, this way, that way,
Dipping through the town on a hot summer day.
Going sideways, this way, that way,
Windows rolled down and the 15s scream,
Bass keeps knocking down my rear view mirror,
Chunking up the deuce, living out a structural dream.
​[Verse 3: The Deep Soil Narrative]
​Riding down Magazine Street, looking for a play,
We do this every evening, yeah we do it every day.
The atmosphere is thick and the air is kind of warm,
But inside this heavy Chevy we are brewing up a storm.
I got B-Legit beside me, scraping resin off the glass,
Telling me to step on it and step upon the gas.
We ain't looking in the rearview, we don't care about the past,
Just focused on the future and the money that’ll last.
And even if we wanted to inspect what’s in the rear,
The frequency is hitting and the vision isn't clear.
The mirror just surrendered, hit the dashboard with a thud,
Blame it on the massive waves of rhythm in the blood.
Pick it up, toss it over to the glove compartment slot,
We don't need to see behind us when we're steering somewhere hot.
Keep it moving, keep it grooving, keep it sideways on the track,
Vallejo in the building and we never looking back.
​[Chorus]
​Going sideways, this way, that way,
Heavy in the traffic where the playas want to play.
Going sideways, this way, that way,
Dipping through the town on a hot summer day.
Going sideways, this way, that way,
Windows rolled down and the 15s scream,
Bass keeps knocking down my rear view mirror,
Chunking up the deuce, living out a structural dream.