[Intro] [DJ echoing] Yo! (yo!) Yo! (yo!) Turn it up Let it rumble [Verse 1] Started with a trunk and a dream Back roads Backyards Whole block lean House parties shaking that screen door loose Tape decks hissing Still turned up Abuse Car shows Chrome rims Sunburnt skin Sweat drip Tank tops Everybody grin Neighbors yelling "Turn it down!" We turned it higher Shook the whole town [Chorus] This that history of the low end From the corner to the coast Yeah It don't end Every stoplight Every block Every weekend Windows rattle when the bass drop deep Then Hands up high Feel it in your chest License plates buzz Speakers doing reps Florida heat in the middle of the night Bass music born when the trunk took flight [Verse 2] Cinderblock clubs by the railroad tracks Line out front Hats flipped back DJ crates full of homemade cuts Labels hand-stamped Sweat and guts Radio late night Signal half gone Kids by the dial waiting on that song Record store bins Scribbled white sleeves Legends made on a knock and a dream [Chorus] This that history of the low end From the corner to the coast Yeah It don't end Every stoplight Every block Every weekend Windows rattle when the bass drop deep Then Hands up high Feel it in your chest License plates buzz Speakers doing reps Florida heat in the middle of the night Bass music born when the trunk took flight [Bridge] From the boom in the back To the glow at the dash Had the whole state talking ’Bout nothing but that From the park to the pier You could feel it draw near When the ground start shaking You knew it was here [Chorus] This that history of the low end From the corner to the coast Yeah It don't end Every stoplight Every block Every weekend Windows rattle when the bass drop deep Then Hands up high Feel it in your chest License plates buzz Speakers doing reps Florida heat in the middle of the night Bass music born when the trunk took flight [Outro] Yo! (yo!) Yo! (yo!) Turn it up Let it rumble
