Speakers On Blast
The Game Lyrics

It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
The Game is doing something new and different by incorporating southern influences into his style.

Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
His clothes give away his geographic location in the west coast.

Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out" shit
The red hat he's wearing is a nod to his affiliation with the Bloods gang.

Empty jelly jars, nigga, bird in the couch shit
He's hiding something valuable inside an unexpected container.

The mad rapper, Oscar the Grouch shit
He's unpredictable and is willing to do anything.

Except when I'm hopping out of cans, I'm pulling out shit
He's got guns stashed in unlikely places.

If hip-hop was the league, I'd be the motherfuckin' logo
He's a pioneer and influential figure in the world of hip-hop.

Your last shit was so-so, you should sign to Jermaine
The Game is unimpressed with other rappers and suggests they work with a lesser-known producer.

I've been hard since I was solo
He's been a tough guy and respected rapper for a long time, even when working independently.

Niggas they feel my pain, I make it rain without the strippers
He can make it rain money without the need for strippers to entertain him.

Go against the grain, and push your shit back like some clippers
He can easily overpower other rappers in the industry and put them in their place.

I bang and then I hang out at the Staples like Blake Griffin
He spends time at the Staples Center like NBA player Blake Griffin.

You can tell I'm getting money the way that glass house is sitting
He's wealthy enough to own a mansion with a lot of expensive windows.

I mash out the strip then like Nash when I'm dippin'
He drives fast like retired NBA player Steve Nash.

Feeling like God's son, the way that it was written
He feels confident and powerful like the biblical Son of God.

Them boys want they music on blast
Other rappers want to be heard and loud.

Don't turn it down, turn it up every time them cops pass
The artists want their music to be heard regardless of the presence of police officers.

Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even ask
He's driving fast and doesn't want to discuss whether or not he's high.

'Cause I got another ounce up in the stash
He's carrying more drugs with him.

'Cause I take two hits, and then I pass
He only needs a small amount of drugs to feel their effects.

I see the cops in the rear view,
He notices law enforcement behind him.

Why can't a motherfucker chill in the car
He wants to relax in his car and doesn't appreciate being targeted by police.

Feelin' like Missy, why you all up in my grill
He feels intruded upon by the attention of others like rapper Missy Elliot once felt.

They must know that I got bird stashed all up in my grill
He suspects the police know he's hiding something valuable in his car's grill.

Camouflage by the armor all while it's sparkling off my wheels
He's hiding drugs and weapons in plain sight on his car's exterior.

And I fuck hoes that prey on Dwight Howard and Shaquille
He has sex with women who pursue NBA players like Dwight Howard and Shaquille O'Neal.

Not them throwback rats they be on showin' on college hill
He prefers to have sex with younger, attractive women, rather than those he considers 'throwbacks'.

For real, I think my first album sold five mil'
He's proud of his early musical success.

And you say to yourself that he is broke
People assume that he's no longer successful financially.

Well how the hell am I ballin', like Spalding
He's still wealthy and making money.

I did a couple of movies, now agents calling and calling
His acting career was successful and has resulted in many offers for future roles.

Can't get to the phone right now because my boss is all in this bitch mouth
He's having sex and can't answer the phone because he's preoccupied.

When did we start taking these tricks out?
He's wondering when people stopped having sex with prostitutes.

Now she gon' run her big mouth and tell her girlfriend
His partner will likely reveal their sexual escapades to her friends.

You had her all up in the wind blowing yo cheese on Louie Vuittons
He bragged about his wealth during sex and ejaculated on expensive shoes.

And now that bitch is in the wind and after the next draft,
His partner will disappear and move on to a new partner.

She gon' start that cycle again
She'll enter into yet another cycle of having sex with different partners.

How you claimin' that bitch when she with him, come again 'cause
He's questioning why other men would brag about being with a woman who is available to other people.

Daddy fat sex, my balls are on your chin,
He's insulting and disregarding the other person.

But can you tell me where my dick's at?
He's playing a crude joke on the other person.

Gat or ghetto, head hunter, head buster through the chit-chat
He's a dangerous and intimidating presence.

I skip to the lou, my darling bring the thunder,
He's confident and stylish.

I'm the lightning that strikes twice
He's unpredictable and has the power to shock others.

Motherfucker, call me master
He's commanding and dominant.

'Cause I run the plantation and I'm whooping niggas asses
He's in charge and has control over others who work beneath him.

If they disrespect the presentation, below the Mason-Dixon,
He'll hurt anyone who disrespects him or his work in the southern US.

We facin' the basses that were missin' pimpin'
He's seeking out and confronting those who have wronged him or are missing from his life.

You can embrace it or come face to face with total devastation
Others can accept their fates or face his wrath and destruction.

My mojo is never fadin', I'm in my Optimus Prime transform
He's always powerful and energized, like the fictional character Optimus Prime.

Switch it up, heat it up, speed it up, that means I'm gone
He's changing things up and leaving quickly.

Light years, ahead of your Buzz, Toy Stories and club songs
He's more advanced than other rappers and their simplistic music.

Black home, the A-T-L-iens are phoning home
He's bringing a message from Atlanta and its music scene.

But I feel like a librarian,
He feels like he's loaning out different styles and techniques to other rappers.

'Cause style's are being loaned out like books
Other rappers are copying his style and he's losing his uniqueness.

A castle full of crooks, rape and pillage
He's surrounded by dishonest and immoral people.

They'll do anything for money while misleading the village
Those around him will do anything to make money, even if it means tricking their fans.

Not from New England, but I pack a patriot
He's proud of his patriotism despite not being from New England.

Not from Atlanta, but I got the cater
He's not from Atlanta, but he still represents and appreciates the city.

Not from Chicago, but I'm a bear
Despite being from the bay area, he identifies and relates with Chicagoans.

I'm a bay area nigga, 49er, Raider
He's proud of his roots and the teams he supports.

I'm about my bread man, I ain't no sucker
He's focused on making money and won't let himself be taken advantage of.

Now these bitch ass niggas soft as table butter
Other rappers are easily swayed and don't live up to his expectations of toughness.

I'm about my riches, magazines, street hustler
He's focused on making money and is known for his street smart business.

You can ask your uncles, daddies, mothers, and your older brothers
He's made a name for himself in the rap industry and is well-known among both young and old generations.

But I used to flee through that yellow white, yo right
He used to evade the police in a yellow and white colored car.

Sellin' that shit below the retail price
He used to sell drugs at a discounted price.

I'm a rare breed like the bike club, get it right
He's unique and special, like members of an exclusive bike club.

Desperado like Tori Amos, shout out to dynamite
He's powerful and wild, like movie character Desperado, and wants to acknowledge those like explosives expert Dynamite.

I got my red cup, and some green
He's enjoying a party and has a cup filled with alcohol and marijuana.

What kind of green you smoking pimp? Blue dream
He specifies the type of marijuana he's smoking.

My nigga let me hit that there hemp, do your thing
He asks for marijuana from his friend and encourages him to continue smoking it.

How many woofers in your trunk? 4 15s
He enjoys loud music and has four 15-inch subwoofers in his car's trunk.