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Speakers On Blast

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It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit

Straight West Coasting, you can tell by my outfit

Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out" shit

The mad rapper, Oscar the Grouch shit

Except when I'm hopping out of cans, I'm pulling out shit

Dippin' the 4 though, double X 3-D Polo

If hip-hop was the league, I'd be the motherf**kin logo

Your last shit was so-so, you should sign to Jermaine

I've been hard since I was solo

Niggas feel my pain, I make it rain without the strippers

Go against the grain, and put your shit back like some clippers

I bang and then I hang out at the Staples like Blake Griffin

You can tell I'm getting money the way that glass house is sitting

I mash out the strip then like Nas when I'm dippin

Feeling like God's Son, the way that It Was Written

Them boys want they music on blast

Don't turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass

Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even ask

Them boys want they music on blast

Don't turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass

Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even ask

Cause I take 2 hits, and then I pass

Camouflage by the Armor All while it's sparkling off my wheels

And I f**k hoes that prey on Dwight Howard and Shaquille

Not them throwback rats they be on showin' college hill

For real, I think my first album sold 5 mil'

And you say to yourself "He's broke"

Well how the hell am I ballin', like Spalding

I did a couple of movies, now agents calling and calling

When did we start taking these tricks out?

Now she gon' run her big mouth and tell her girlfriend

And after the next draft, she gon' start that cycle again

How you claimin' that bitch when she with him?

Come again cause

Them boys want they music on blast

Don't turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass

Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even ask

Them boys want they music on blast

Don't turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass

Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even ask

Cause I take 2 hits, and then I pass

Daddy Fat Sax, my balls are on your chin, but can you tell me where my dick's at?

Come order ghetto, head hunter, head buster through the chit-chat

I skip to the lou, my darling bring the thunder, I'm the lightning that strikes twice

Motherf**ker, call me mass of, cause I run the plantation and I'm whooping niggas asses

If they disrespect the presentation, below the Mason-Dixon, we facin' the basses that were missin' pimpin'

You can embrace it or come face to face with total devastation

Switch it up, heat it up, speed it up, that means I'm gone

Light years, ahead of your Buzz, Toy Story and club songs

Boy, gone, the A-T-L-iens are phoning home

But I feel like a librarian, cause style's are being' loaned out like books

A castle full of crooks, rape and pillage

They'll do anything for money, I bet misleading the village

Them boys want they music on blast

Don't turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass

Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even ask

Them boys want they music on blast

Don't turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass

Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even ask

Cause I take 2 hits, and then I pass

Not from New England, but I pack a patriot

Not from Atlanta, but I got the cater

Not from Chicago, but I'm a bear

I'm a bay area nigga, 49er, Raider

I'm about my bread man, I ain't no sucker

Now these bitch ass niggas soft as table butter

I'm about my riches, magazines, street hustler

You can ask your uncles, daddies, mothers, and your older brothers

But I used to flee through that yellow white

Sellin' that shit below the retail price

I'm a rare breed like the bike club, get it right

Desperado like Tori Amos, shout out to dynamite

I got my red cup, and some green

What kind of green you smoking pimp? Blue dream

My nigga let my hit that there hemp, do your thing

Them boys want they music on blast

Don't turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass

Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even ask

Them boys want they music on blast

Don't turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass

Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even ask

Cause I take 2 hits, and then I pass

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