Drop the Leek

Can you hear that?

THE CLUB IS OVERHEATING!BOUNCE![Intro Accent]Are you ready?! mmm…hmmm… that’s it.Southside crunk energy hitting

[Verse 1] (Rap Vocal - Aggressive, high-energy, commanding southern-style delivery)[Blaring Horn] – [808 Boom] – [Sharp Woodblock Rim] – [Snare]I need the speakers rattling right against the floorTurn the volume to the max until they break the doorGrizzlyJones on the production, making the brass hitHVA wiring the baseline so the circuit splitI don't need a map to see the way the dance floor moves, inside the heavy groovesYeah, dats me, the surveyor of the crowd,

Holding down the layout, making it rowdy and loudWe got the country and the grammar and the crunk in the soul isTaking over, taking full control![Pre-Chorus] (High-Octane Shout Build-up • Rapid-fire snare rolls and blaring horn stabs)(Call and Response Shout)Hold it down! Spin it round!Loudest engine in the town!Hold it down! Spin it round!Watch the sub-bass pound![Chorus] (Loud, Direct Vocal - Massive, explosive club crunk anthem • Huge blaring horns)Oh, we are lighting up the function in the dead of the night!Got the whole matrix jumping in the strobe-light sight, yeah dats me!I got the fire in my blood and the rhythm in my stride, say the name.Stinky Pink is taking you for a ride!(Say the name...)(Say the name...)[Verse 2] (Beat drops to a minimal, sub-heavy rhythmic bounce with sharp tongue clicks)[ts-ts-ts-ts] (Mouth percussion automation)Drop it low. Make it shake. No panties I can take.No control, no hesitation, no distortion on the lineJust a master-level performance keeping it divineI see the hesitation when the baseline dropsBut the country-boy machinery never ever stopsWe be dropping hits right to the floorAnd the crowd in the building is begging for more![Pre-Chorus] (Tension hits the absolute ceiling • Screeching synthesizer sweeps and rapid drums)Hold it down! Spin it round!Loudest engine in the town!Hold it down! Spin it round!Watch the sub-bass pound![Chorus] (Full-throttle high-impact club explosion • Absolute maximum arena volume)Oh, we are lighting up the function in the dead of the night!Got the whole matrix jumping in the strobe-light sight, yeah dats me!I got the fire in my blood and the rhythm in my stride, say the name. Stinky Pink is taking you for a ride![Bridge] (Halftime mechanical breakdown • Heavy distorted 808 stabs • Rhythmic spoken word)Horns quiet down.Sub stays deep.We are making the whole hemisphere leap.I analyze the movement.I execute the drop.And I’m keeping this momentum so it never has to stop.Hear the club line calling... say the name...(the name)(the name)The pressure is off the chain![Horn & Synth Solo Duet] (A chaotic, high-energy breakdown where a blaring, dirty southern crunk horn section trades hyper-fast, syncopated rhythm blocks with a pitch-bending club synthesizer)[Outro] (Drums and horns cut instantly, leaving only a low-frequency sub hum and heavy digital delay)Pure crunk.Yeah, dats me.Say the name...