[Verse 1: Dumbfoundead]

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 ain't 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

[Hook: Ehwhenkeem]

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: Dumbfoundead]

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

[Hook: Ehwhenkeem]

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: Dumbfoundead]

Man, girls ain't 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 ain't 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

Ain't 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