Stacks by The Sons of Dads Lyrics
[Intro]
Boom, bam, bop
Bada, bop, boom
Pow
[Chorus: Jady]
(Yeah, yeah)
I got stacks, couple hundred stacks
Way up in the back, run it back
Pull up on ‘em if they talkin’ smack
Keep it on me
I can whip a couple racks out
No controllin’ me
Might just hit the bank
I hit deposit, never stop
Get your 2012 Honda Civic outta my face
I don’t talk cars, ’less we talking ‘bout my new Wraith
Climbin’ up the charts passin’ up get outta my way
Take a step back and realize that we done made it
[Verse 1: Jady]
Uh, and we back and better now
Lookin at the charts and I sit and wonder how (how)
Everyone Is stoppin’ me for pictures in the town (yee)
Stickin’ to my guns
Man, I’m proud to be a Son
It’s a one hundred thousand on the table for a chain
Lookin at so many Fat Billies now my wallet not the same
I walked up on the street and the people knew my name
Everybody saying SOD and everybody know that
[Chorus: The Gram]
I got stacks, couple hunnid stacks
Way up in the back, run it back
Pull up on ‘em if they talkin’ smack
Keep it on me
I can whip a couple racks out
No controllin’ me
Might just hit the bank
I hit deposit, never stop
Get your 2012 Honda Civic outta my face
I ain’t talkin’ cars, unless we talking ‘bout my new Wraith
Climbin up the charts passin up get outta my way
Take a step back and realize that we done made it
[Verse 2: Mista]
(We made it, let’s go)
(Yeah, we done made it, alright)
Yeah (Yeah, we done made it)
2007 (Yeah, we done made it, let’s go)
Get up
Yeah, here comes the grown-up
Yo boy, we talkin’ cash (debit)
I’m a teacher, I got no stacks
Middle-aged man with the backpack raps wack
Still keep it cheesy
Yeah, boy, like I’m pepper jack (cheese)
Still bringin’ Magic like my name is Shaq
You could say I’m 96, Mr. Clutz is back (smile)
Brush your teeth, fight the plaque
Gum disease is on attack
I’m a dentist, no I’m not
Take me to a used car lot
Buy a Civic, nowhere new
Got no money, [?]
Throw your hands in the air
Spin on the Hawaii Chair
Call your momma, give high fives
Old man hip hop’s still alive
Achy joints, get no sleep
We still fight eight days a week
(Yeah, calendar, Sons of Dads)
Stay in school kids
Money don’t make you happy
Follow your dreams
The true MC
[Chorus: Jady and The Gram]
I got stacks, couple hundred stacks
Way up in the back, run it back
Pull up on ‘em if they talkin’ smack
Keep it on me
I can whip a couple racks out
No controllin’ me
Might just hit the bank
I hit deposit, never stop
Get your 2012 Honda Civic outta my face
I ain’t talkin’ cars, ’less we talking ‘bout my new Wraith
Climbin up the charts passin up get outta my way
Take a step back and realize that we done made it
Boom, bam, bop
Bada, bop, boom
Pow
[Chorus: Jady]
(Yeah, yeah)
I got stacks, couple hundred stacks
Way up in the back, run it back
Pull up on ‘em if they talkin’ smack
Keep it on me
I can whip a couple racks out
No controllin’ me
Might just hit the bank
I hit deposit, never stop
Get your 2012 Honda Civic outta my face
I don’t talk cars, ’less we talking ‘bout my new Wraith
Climbin’ up the charts passin’ up get outta my way
Take a step back and realize that we done made it
[Verse 1: Jady]
Uh, and we back and better now
Lookin at the charts and I sit and wonder how (how)
Everyone Is stoppin’ me for pictures in the town (yee)
Stickin’ to my guns
Man, I’m proud to be a Son
It’s a one hundred thousand on the table for a chain
Lookin at so many Fat Billies now my wallet not the same
I walked up on the street and the people knew my name
Everybody saying SOD and everybody know that
[Chorus: The Gram]
I got stacks, couple hunnid stacks
Way up in the back, run it back
Pull up on ‘em if they talkin’ smack
Keep it on me
I can whip a couple racks out
No controllin’ me
Might just hit the bank
I hit deposit, never stop
Get your 2012 Honda Civic outta my face
I ain’t talkin’ cars, unless we talking ‘bout my new Wraith
Climbin up the charts passin up get outta my way
Take a step back and realize that we done made it
[Verse 2: Mista]
(We made it, let’s go)
(Yeah, we done made it, alright)
Yeah (Yeah, we done made it)
2007 (Yeah, we done made it, let’s go)
Get up
Yeah, here comes the grown-up
Yo boy, we talkin’ cash (debit)
I’m a teacher, I got no stacks
Middle-aged man with the backpack raps wack
Still keep it cheesy
Yeah, boy, like I’m pepper jack (cheese)
Still bringin’ Magic like my name is Shaq
You could say I’m 96, Mr. Clutz is back (smile)
Brush your teeth, fight the plaque
Gum disease is on attack
I’m a dentist, no I’m not
Take me to a used car lot
Buy a Civic, nowhere new
Got no money, [?]
Throw your hands in the air
Spin on the Hawaii Chair
Call your momma, give high fives
Old man hip hop’s still alive
Achy joints, get no sleep
We still fight eight days a week
(Yeah, calendar, Sons of Dads)
Stay in school kids
Money don’t make you happy
Follow your dreams
The true MC
[Chorus: Jady and The Gram]
I got stacks, couple hundred stacks
Way up in the back, run it back
Pull up on ‘em if they talkin’ smack
Keep it on me
I can whip a couple racks out
No controllin’ me
Might just hit the bank
I hit deposit, never stop
Get your 2012 Honda Civic outta my face
I ain’t talkin’ cars, ’less we talking ‘bout my new Wraith
Climbin up the charts passin up get outta my way
Take a step back and realize that we done made it