Shake the whole block

SHAKE THE WHOLE BLOCK

Ayy—

What up, though?

You know what time it is.

Detroit, stand up.

Turn that shit up.

Nah—

TURN THAT SHIT UP.

Boom in the trunk, rattle in the door,

Bass hit once, now she askin’ for more.

Left foot, right foot, drop that low,

If the neighbors ain't mad, then the speakers too low.

Detroit bounce with a nasty little kick,

Hi-hat runnin’ like it late for some shit.

DJ cut it—bring it back real quick,

Whole damn floor yell—

“RUN THAT BITCH!”

Shake-shake-shake the whole block,

Make the rearview bounce when the bassline knock.

Shake-shake-shake, don’t stop,

From the east to the west, make the whole city rock.

WHO GOT BASS?

We got bass.

WHO GOT ASS?

She got that.

WHO GOT BASS?

We got bass.

Detroit party—

Now run that back.

Fresh white tee with some dirty-ass shoes,

Walked in late like I got nothin’ to lose.

DJ playin’ something filthy and fast,

Girl hit the floor like she mad at her ass.

Okay!

Drop it down—pick it up—

Back it up—double up—

Bass too loud?

Turn that motherfucker up.

I ain't come to pose,

I ain't come to stare,

I came to make the subwoofer rearrange chairs.

Kick go boom, clap go crack,

She walked by once, made everybody look back.

I said—

“Damn, who invited you?”

She said—

“Boy, mind your business.”

Fair enough.

DJ, HANDLE THIS.

Work...

Work...

Work that beat.

Detroit...

Detroit...

Work...

Work...

Work them feet.

Back-back-back it up.

Drop-drop-drop it down.

Spin-spin-spin around.

NOW FREEZE.

...

SIKE!

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—

There go the room.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—

There go the trunk.

Fast-ass beat with a filthy little funk,

Detroit taught the whole damn world how to bump.

Shake-shake-shake the whole block,

Make the license plate dance when the bassline knock.

Shake-shake-shake, don’t stop,

Sweat on the walls and the club too hot.

WHO GOT BASS?

We got bass.

WHO GOT MOVES?

Show me that.

WHO GOT BASS?

We got bass.

313—

RUN THAT BACK.

Hands on your knees—

Bounce to the kick.

Hands in the air—

Bounce to the kick.

Actin’ too cool?

Man, get out the way.

We ain't come here

To stand around all day.

Left side—

MAKE SOME NOISE!

Right side—

MAKE SOME NOISE!

Detroit—

Y'all already know.

Kick drum beatin’ like the cops at the door,

Everybody sweatin’, still beggin’ for more.

Bassline rude,

Beat disrespectful,

If grandma heard this shit—

She'd probably get technical.

One more time!

Shake that block,

Shake that floor,

Shake that trunk till it can't take more.

From the basement party

To the after-hours spot—

Detroit City—

SHAKE THE WHOLE BLOCK.

Shake it...

Shake it...

Back it up.

Drop it.

Shake it...

313...

NOW RUN THAT SHIT BACK.