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neighbors - pat polzin lyrics

chorus:
we love to turn the b-ss up
and shake the whole place up
we sing at the top of our lungs until the song is done
the neighbors are gonna hate us
(x2)

[verse 1: pat polzin]
breaking it down hard, try to keep up
quaking the ground, making the sound loud, turn my speak’ up
we crank it louder, then we turn it up some more
just before we blow the speakers, we’ll have reached the peak of
a noise violation, we’re making the block shake
the boys at the station are flooded with the complaints
’cause the neighbors are calling, they’re saying pictures are falling
off the walls, try to sleep beats are keeping them awake
we’re getting started while they’re getting into bed
they try to drown the sound, hold a pillow to their head
they’re at the door yelling “turn that shit down!”
but the music’s so loud, we don’t even hear a sound
we just bob our heads and jump around in tempo
then go hard as h-ll at the elbow
they’re getting mad, but that shit don’t phase us
d-mn, the neighbors are gonna hate us

chorus

[verse 2: trofee]
break it – break it down, you know your body wanna
come on, somebody gotta pump the speakers up louder
now your shaking at the hips till it makes your body tremble
i’m the b-ss, you the treble. now shake it to the tempo
the neighbors tryna tame us, the ladies tryna take us
no way i’m gonna stop until we tear the f-cking place up
look at the way all the ladies making a way to play now
i gotta say, i’m loving the way they shake it with the b-ss up
she give me a way to feel the b-ss in a literal way now
so all i gotta say is give it away, give it away now
we ain’t the army or the mother f-cking navy
but next door, they want war? they must be f-cking crazy
’cause the neighbors keep b-tching and the ladies getting wild
but crazy trumps complaining so turn that shit loud
“we’ve got a few complaints, your neighbors called in several times”
another noise violation, well, toss it on the pile

chorus

[bridge: pat polzin]
they’re asking me
“why’s your music so loud?”
i can’t hear ya
“why you b-mp your b-ss after six?”
i can’t hear ya
“what is this racket, take a record and scratch it
what’s the point of doing that?”
b-tch, i can’t hear ya
(x2)

chorus

- pat polzin lyrics

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