Wakin’ em Up by Traxamillion Lyrics

[Verse 1: Turf Talk]
My chain gettin' old, it's a six-month period
I need to get another one, I'm tired of wearin' it (Gimme that)
NexTel, Sidekick, and a Metro
My Metro, I call that my Mike Jones phone
There's cars and hoes
My set of diamond earrings 'bout as big as my balls (Damn)
Got a mouthpiece cold
Me shop too much so everything look (Hard)
No hatin' on me, cousin, I was raised by G's
It's enough for all of us, money grow on trees (Gimme that)
We tycoonin', dealer, but still a hubba seller
How the fuck is you Bay if you rap like Roc-A-Fella?
Not too much thizzin' but I'm hyphy as fuck (Hyphy)
Beatin' through the neighborhood, wakin' 'em up
(Wakin' 'em, wakin' 'em, wakin' 'em up)
Can't forget about us now
Pop, pop, pop, pop, now that's V-Town

[Chorus: Dem Hoodstarz]
Four 15s, wakin' 'em up (Wakin' 'em up)
Fresh detail, wakin' 'em up (Wakin' 'em up)
And them twenty-twos, twenty-fours, wakin' 'em up (Wakin' 'em up)
Hit the block sideways, wakin' 'em up (Wakin' 'em up)
Purple grapes in my blunt, wakin' 'em up (Wakin' 'em up)
In the club, goin' dumb, wakin' 'em up (Wakin' 'em up)
Niggas love to hate, nigga, we wakin' 'em up (Wakin' 'em up)
Wakin' 'em up (Wakin' 'em up)
Wakin' 'em up, yeah
[Verse 2: Scoot]
Uh, uh, the scrape don't figure-8
The old school swing circles, hotbox the good yurple, uh
I'm a hood star, boy, I ride dirty
Whistler on me by zipper on me, chipper chop birdie
Scoot Dawg get right wit' your main bitch
Louis Vuitton yellow, take flight wit' your main bitch
Remy Martin, no chase 'til I'm shit-faced
Drunk driving from the function, Zap with this shit thumpin' (Yeah)
My doors open with my locs shakin'
Hangin' up out the sunroof from the driver's seat, boy, I'm not playin'
Can't let the rollers smell that good good
Me, I mess with the finest Welch's, you dudes be smokin' wood
The 15s stomp heavy on 'em
Bought the scraper on 'em, do the gangsta rock Chevy on 'em
You can't forget about us, folks
(Rah, rah-rah-rah-rah) East Palo Alto

[Chorus: Dem Hoodstarz]
Four 15s, wakin' 'em up (Wakin' 'em up)
Fresh detail, wakin' 'em up (Wakin' 'em up)
And them twenty-twos, twenty-fours, wakin' 'em up (Wakin' 'em up)
Hit the block sideways, wakin' 'em up (Wakin' 'em up)
Purple grapes in my blunt, wakin' 'em up (Wakin' 'em up)
In the club, goin' dumb, wakin' 'em up (Wakin' 'em up)
Niggas love to hate, nigga, we wakin' 'em up (Wakin' 'em up)
Wakin' 'em up (Wakin' 'em up)
Wakin' 'em up, yeah
[Verse 3: Band-Aide]
(Hoodstarz) I rose up lookin' stubby
Plus I got somethin' that hold 18 Dummy
Plus my young guns go dummy
Hardball, when y'all play tag, they play rugby
And bet nann muh'fucker touch me
My goons starvin' and you lookin' like lunchmeat
Calm it down, you gettin' kinda pushy
For real, without the E pills, you a pussy (Pussy, pussy)
And I won't be in no Alpha Beta, nigga, run and tell a friend
Jump back in, y'all both pitch in
Gal, we lyin', all you gon' get is ten min
For real though, I'll have divin' for that dough, though
Swagger jacker, let me have my mojo
Matter of fact, point him back to the ho stroll
(Blap, blap, blap) Now that's Menlo (Let's go)

[Chorus: Dem Hoodstarz]
Four 15s, wakin' 'em up (Wakin' 'em up)
Fresh detail, wakin' 'em up (Wakin' 'em up)
And them twenty-twos, twenty-fours, wakin' 'em up (Wakin' 'em up)
Hit the block sideways, wakin' 'em up (Wakin' 'em up)
Purple grapes in my blunt, wakin' 'em up (Wakin' 'em up)
In the club, goin' dumb, wakin' 'em up (Wakin' 'em up)
Niggas love to hate, nigga, we wakin' 'em up (Wakin' 'em up)
Wakin' 'em up (Wakin' 'em up)
Wakin' 'em up, yeah
[Outro: Keak Da Sneak Sample]
Wakin' up your family with four 15s
Wakin' up your family with four 15s
Wakin' up your family with four 15s
Wakin' up your family with four 15s