Speakers on Blast Lyrics

(Snippet)

[feat. E-40 & Big Boi]

[Game:]
It's not usual, a Yankee, all up on some South shit
Straight West Coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out" shit
In the jelly jars, nigga, burn 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 photos, double X 3-D Polo
If hip-hop was the league, I'd be the motherfuckin logo
That 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, then 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 and like Nash when I'm dippin
Feeling like God's Son, the way that It Was Written...