Speakers On Blast
The Game feat. Big Boi & E-40 Lyrics


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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
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' the four 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 they 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

[Chorus]
Them boys want they music on blast
Don't turn it down, turn it 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 it down, turn it up every time them cops pass
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even ask
'Cause I take two hits, and then I pass

I see the cops in the rear view,
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' on college hill
For real, I think my first album sold five mil'

And you say to yourself that he is 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 because my boss 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 Vuittons
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

[Chorus]

Daddy fat sex, my balls are on your chin,
But can you tell me where my dick's at?
Gat or 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 master
'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
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 Stories and club songs
Black home, 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 while misleading the village

[Chorus]

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, yo right
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 me hit that there hemp, do your thing
How many woofers in your trunk? 4 15s





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

In the opening verse of The Game's song "Speakers on Blast," he sets the tone for what follows in the rest of the song. He boasts about his West coast roots and talks about his fashion sense. He mentions his affiliation with the Bloods in the line “Red ‘nati fitted, “Blood in, Blood out” shit,” and touches on some hood stuff like “Empty jelly jars, nigga, bird in the couch shit.” He drops a reference to the Sesame Street character Oscar the Grouch, which he then twists into a metaphor about popping out of cans and pulling out guns. He goes on to proclaim himself as the greatest in the hip hop game and suggests that he is the icon of the genre when he spits “If hip-hop was the league, I’d be the motherfuckin’ logo.” The chorus of the song repeats the message to put your speakers on blast in defiance of the police, while the verses continue with various boasts, such as The Game's first album selling five million copies.


The second verse talks about avoiding the police while driving and jokes about having birds stuffed in a grill. He describes himself as feeling like Missy Elliott, wondering why the cops are all up in his grill, possibly referencing the track “Da Real World” where Elliott mentions that she gets people up out of her grill. He also brags about his sexual escapades with women who target professional basketball players. E-40 raps about being a head buster who skips to the Lou and brings thunder, and Big Boi boasts about being a rare breed and smoking blue dream. The Game comes back in the final verse and claims he is from a Bay Area and a 49er and Raider. He references Tori Amos and shouts out to Dynamite. He brags about his ability to sell things at below retail price and equates himself to a bike club while dissing other rappers.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Written by: JAYCEON TAYLOR, ANTWAN PATTON, EARL STEVENS, LARRANCE DOPSON, LAMAR EDWARDS

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Comments from YouTube:

@Jed-i

Can we all just acknowledge how masterful Game is at adopting other artists cadences. He straight up sounds like Andre.

But I've heard him done that with other artists like BIG, Pac , Nas , Hov and even Nip

True student of the game ( No pun intended)

@Mr.Majestic77

Yeah, I just put a comment about that lol.

@AudibleDelight

Big Boi and E-40 on a track together with Game? Game is blessed to work with legends!

@b-moreroyalty9688

This is one of the best songs from this album

@faceman7966

No it’s the best song on this album 💿!!!

@rupertpupkin1909

two of the greatest rappers ever to do it on the track... and the game imitating Big Boi's voice.

@raymondeats5617

Big Boi killed it

@Novelist1029

Big Boi absolutely nuked this one! I also love the subliminal jab at Game

@matubaM

definitely playing this in full blast in my car!!!!

@jaredpruitt6541

Big Boi is criminally underrated.

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