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DFD is OLD BOY JON

Track 8 - DFD - Stereo Jack ft. Ehwhenkeem

Album Credits

Released 18 February 2013
Trumpet: Emilie Martinez (tracks 5,8,10,12)
Trombone: Jonah "Funky Lips" Levine (tracks 5,8,10,12)
Violin: Chrysanthe Tan (tracks 2, 10, 12)
Guitar: Jose "Zeta" Rios (track 12)
Scratches by: DJ Zo

Mixed and Mastered by: DJ Zo & Duke Westlake
Entirely Produced by: Duke Westlake
Album Artwork by: Augustine Kofie
Album Layout by: Brian Yoon

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"Stereo Jack" Lyrics:

Verse 1:

Dead silent, Rush hour drivin,
Got a Honda civic, With 5 dudes inside it,
With no tunes, it feels like an asylum,
I'm growin violent as i cover more mileage,

A couple months back we went to catch a concert,
In a sketchy neighborhood, it was gonna be bonkers,
25 bucks just to park in the lot ,
The homies said "what a rip off That's fuckin a lot"

So I parked on Alvarado street, avoiding all the parking fees,
You aint gotta tell me shit, I know it wasn't smart of me,
Not to mention walking to the venue was an odyssey,
I was being hella cheap, blame the damn economy,

After the show heading back to whip,
we saw the aftermath of what the crackhead did,
broken glass, if I catch him Ima whoop that ass,
hes probably smoking crack with my speakers on blast, fuck

Chorus:

Weeks and months I've drove this lonely road,
All I hears the air conditioner as it blows, (as it blows)
Some time ago, a crack head broke both my windows and bounced,
Now my weed, my sneakers my JBL speakers,
No where to be found, GIVE ME BACK MY STEREO, MY PRECIOUS STEREO,

Verse 2:

he took all my albums from 93 till,
wu-tang, de la, hov, lauryn hill,
bet hes bumpin Underground kings getting trill,
outkast and yeezy man what a steal,

jacked both my speakers and all my ipods,
so many mp3's that I had to buy five,
all adding up to bout 500 gigs,
took years to build a music collection that big,

he haunts me in my dreams, with headphones on,
scratchin up cds, and deleting my songs,
then I wake up in cold sweat, just feelin so vexed,
yelling out "motherfucker that isn't yo shit"


music is my crack, give me that crack back,
give me my stuff back, I'll buy you a crack sack,
how can people in this world be so cold,
when he took my stereo he took a piece of my soul,

Chorus:

Weeks and months I've drove this lonely road,
All I hears the air conditioner as it blows, (as it blows)
Some time ago, a crack head broke both my windows and bounced,
Now my weed, my sneakers my JBL speakers,
No where to be found, GIVE ME BACK MY STEREO, MY PRECIOUS STEREO,

Verse 3:

Man, girls aint even wanna ride in my whip now,
the homies kick down gas money with big frowns,
bangin on the dashboard, hopin to entertain,
kickin quick freestyles, but it just aint the same,

every car ride awkward as fuck,
somebody always small talkin you up, man this sucks,
whoever said silence is golden, I'm sure
aint never been on the 405 around 4,

paranoind, without an ounce of trust left, (left)
everybody is a thief or a suspect,
whats a car without a bangin ass system,
that's like a car without a good transmission,

I would tune into a shitty station,
Or even play a demo tape that I would've wasted,
I swear this is karma for pirating the music,
If I just get my stereo back I'll never do it,