Speakers On Blast Lyrics - Big Boi

(Verse 1: Game) 

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 

Empty jelly jars, nigga, bird in the couch shit 

The mad rapper, Oscar the Grouch shit 

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

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

If hip-hop was the league, I'd be the motherfuckin 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 push 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 Nash when I'm dippin 

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

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(Hook) 

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 got another ounce up in the stash 

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 

(Verse 2: Game) 

I see the cops in the rearview, why can't a motherfucker chill in the car 

Feelin' like Missy, why you all up in my grill 

They must know that I got bird stashed all up in my grill 

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

And I fuck 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 

Can't get to the phone right now cause balls is all in this bitch mouth 

When did we start taking these tricks out? 

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

You had her all up in the wind 

Blowing yo cheese on Louie Vuitton, and now that bitch is in the wind 

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

How you claimin' that bitch when she with him? 

Come again cause 

(Hook) 

(Verse 3: Big Boi) 

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

Gag 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 

Motherfucker, call me massa, cause I runs the plantation and I'm whooping niggas asses If they disrespect the presentation 

Below the Mason-Dixon, we facin' the basis, never missin' pimpin' 

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

My mojo is never fadin', I'm in my Optimus Prime transform 

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 

(Hook) 

(Verse 4: E-40) 

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 flea flick that yola white 

Sellin' that shit below the retail price 

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

Desperado like Toriono, 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 

How many woofers in your trunk? 4 15s 

(Hook)