in mic stands villain The styles stun your chicks While he put himself in his shoes, run your kicks You heard it on the radio tape it Play in your stereo
heat, if you can't take the temp Make yourself exempt Pussy footin' around don't be gettin' y'all nowhere but stuck Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggaz die By gettin' blasted
in the sand You've been living on the fault line In a chemical plant I've been pounding up and down I-5 Highway wander such a blast If only I could
my fist. Meet Simon at the pub, and buy twenty blues. Stop at the offy, and get some more booze. Put some Punk on the stereo, turn it up full blast
Yo remember we was goin down to the mall To get the juniors with some cheesecake And these crums was in the front You know what I was sayin Yo blast what
!) And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don't think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo Cause here we go -
my whole attitude I turn it up real loud Imagine a screaming crowd It feels so good This can't be wrong Favorite song is on the radio So I'll blast on my stereo
stereo Youth must lead the way (Today) To live this carrot chase without shame And throwing a fist up in resistance Is the same as blasting your system Blast
stereo blast'n out your stereo 1,2,3,4 here we go! what we have is wonderfull what we play you know electronic system music music is our glue blast'n out your stereo
Pump it! And pump it louder Pump it louder Pump it louder Pump it louder Turn up the radio Blast your stereo, right Who? Where? Why? What? Come on,
I got mad as hell Cruising down the highway fast not slow Ninety miles an hour in my five point o People waving at me 'cause they know who I am Alpine stereo blasting
the form of a rap She got caught with vals, A-CRACK-A-LACK-A-LACK!!! Now I'm upset, I get back to the projects First one I blast was a usual suspect,
giving quest In these ? ? ? we got props, we taking less So, don't touch that stereo Or your people will becoming to your burry, yo The ever sorry yo can blast
porno mags Stacks of twenty dollar bills stuffed in plastic bags Tossing fast-food styrfoam out the window as we go 'I Wanna be a Dyke' blasting on the stereo
What you decide to be is what you are Your only way ahead your way to go far Your reasons that you do who you really are The decisions in your head it
better Pump it Pump it Pump it Pump it Pump it Pump it Ha Ha Haaaaa Pump it Ha Ha Haaaaa Pump it (Louder) Pump it (Louder) Pump it (Louder) Pump it (Louder) Turn up the radio Blast your stereo
So La Ti Do i get the money money, i get dough EQ the equalizer for the stereo Na Na NaNa Na Na NaNa We the blast masters, the radiation International
Ha ha ha Pump it Ha ha ha And pump it (louder) [4x] Turn up the radio Blast your stereo Right N*ggas wanna hate on us (who) N*ggas be envious (