- Speakers On Blast (Feat. Big Boi & E-40) 歌詞 E-40 The Game Big Boi
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- Big Boi Speakers On Blast (Feat. Big Boi & E-40) 歌詞
- E-40 The Game Big Boi
- Its 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 Im hopping out of cans, Im pulling out shit
Dippin the 4 though, double X 3-D Polo
If hip-hop was the league, Id be the motherf**kin logo
Your last shit was so-so, you should sign to Jermaine
Ive 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 Im getting money the way that glass house is sitting
I mash out the strip then like Nas when Im dippin
Feeling like Gods Son, the way that It Was Written
Them boys want they music on blast
Dont turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, dont even ask
Cause I got another ounce up in the stash
Them boys want they music on blast
Dont turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, dont even ask
Cause I take 2 hits, and then I pass
I see the cops in the rearview, why cant a motherf**ker 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 its sparkling offmy wheels
And I f**k hoes that pray 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 'Hes broke'
Well how the hell am I ballin, like Spalding
I did a couple of movies, now agents calling and calling
Cant 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
Them boys want they music on blast
Dont turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, dont even ask
Cause I got another ounce up in the stash
Them boys want they music on blast
Dont turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, dont 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 dicks at?
Come order ghetto, head hunter, head buster through the chit-chat
I skip to the lou, my darling bring the thunder, Im the lightning that strikes twice
Motherf**ker, call me mass of, cause I run the plantation and Im 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
My mojo is never fadin, Im in my Optimus Prime transform
Switch it up, heat it up, speed it up, that means Im gone
Like gears, 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 styles are being loaned out like books
A castle full of crooks, rape and pillage
Theyll do anything for money, I bet misleading the village
Them boys want they music on blast
Dont turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, dont even ask
Cause I got another ounce up in the stash
Them boys want they music on blast
Dont turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, dont 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 Im a bear
Im a bay area nigga, 49er, Raider
Im about my bread man, I aint no sucker
Now these bitch ass niggas soft as table butter
Im 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
Im 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
How many woofers in your trunk? 4 15s
Them boys want they music on blast
Dont turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, dont even ask
Cause I got another ounce up in the stash
Them boys want they music on blast
Dont turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, dont even ask
Cause I take 2 hits, and then I pass
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