Defari Extra Thump Lyrics

Extra Thump Lyrics

f/ Tash







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[Tash talkin]



what up Fred



you know



ooh woop ooh woop



oh boy, oh boy



oh girl







[Defari]



Wassup Fred



I need a 4X to the head



or that new t-shirt sayin "wassup Fred"



can I live like Jay-Z, make moves that pay me



(where's your chain) fuck a chain, I rock my face and name



I rock beats that will tear down the whole frame



of your house if your system got that Roger bounce



mooo bounce, to the 40 ounce



tap an oldie, down the goldie



mooo bounce, to the 40 ounce



tap an oldie, down the gold



set shit straight



I'm money for that money rollin state



I'm a different level me of authentic L.A.



Fred Wreck, Fredrigo



meet me on pico



I got 3 bad nihas, I need one chico



Hennessey all day



hate is nothing to a boss



I feels like my nigga Big Hutch



buck what it cost



I drop from the sky and left the lane burnin



mashin down the block all this bitches heads turnin







[Chorus - Defari]



this that kinda shit that make you wanna jump



for the car stereos wit that extra hump



make niggaz in the streets say what the fuck



Defari right back wit that extra thump



this that typa shit blow out ya truck



make bitches on the block stoppin wanna fuck



make rudeboys point it at the sky and dump



Defari right back wit that extra thump







[Defari]



See I was born in the world wit fast money and pretty girls



fades, and braids, and O.G.s still rock curls



I'm from L.A. where niggaz still smoke joints



kush weed when they get the true taste styles the point



from the jungles to the eastside



Carson to Pacoima



finish to Inglewood, it's all L.A. California



the style I flip is so versitale



you too young girl, don't want to hurt you child



cuz when it come to the fuck I'm all bronco buff



make a top notch and a momma fall in love



see in the club



my niggaz all rollin up dubs



everybody doja'd out hitted out nigga what



300 M, we came, chop game



around the town all these motherfuckers know my name







[Chorus]







[Tash]



Ha, listen



6 trays Chevrolets, all day, everyday



L.A. California, that's the way we play



we do it to a Likwit music



power movement, home improvement



we don't give a fuck say what you say



D to the E-F-A-R-I



we sky high alumni Likwit niggaz don't die



we trynna buy everything buyable, homielayable



the Likwit crew drive for survival is undeniable



I slide a couple bitches thru the back of the club



if the hoes get kicked out I get 'em back in the club



They Rico's keep on Rico's top notchin



I know half of these hoes when these girls were hop-scotchin



Now watch it - you handcuffin' hoes we the locksmith



we ain't satisfied untill the top notch is topless



knock this in your trunk if you ain't no punk



big Tash is in the house wit that extra thump