Full Blast lyrics

[Verse 1]
I be setting it off
I've been waiting on this
Now watch me get off
I'm hot, I'm on fire
I'mma keep ragging heat, boy
Make you a liar
Now what, I got it on locked
Imma keep holding down
Like I hold it on the spot
You can try me if you want
I ain't holding back
Imma put one on ya
West coast, that's the style that be selling
Your record to the big old piles
Dance flow, I'm the man in control of everything
Imma make you a fan
You look like you wanna get served
Step them to the plate boy
You gon' get served
Oaktown, the heart of the bay
And it's hip hop thing we set it off for the age

[Chorus]
Full Blast!
It's time to [?]
You thought you had it for a minute, but we had to get back!
Full Blast!
It's time to [?]
You thought you had it for a minute, but we had to have that!
[Verse 2]
Doing things, it's on again
I had to put it down to let you know that I'm the man
Hot cat, (yeah) I got it like that
If you wanna come holla, boy you know where I'm at
30 mil, that's the number
Six months on number one from January to the summer
Ooh, your best was a few
It's a whole lot of cats who can do what you do
Diamond, sitting in the house
That's the one that I got, Billboard get out
Busta, that's what you is
You run your mouth more than them little kids
Dancin', that's what i do
But it's the Oaktown boogie when i'm getting at you
Tell me what you want to do
Cause Imma set it all full blast with you

[Chorus]


[Verse 3]
Animal, that's me
King of the jungle, eating up the industry
Blade load, for a while
Now I'm chewing up rappers like they're going out of style
Eight Miles, two more to go
War ain't a game, boy, I'm letting you know
Your mouth, mighty big for a cat
1.30 with a bleached out wig
Joe Louis Arena
20,000 cats from the hood, have you seen her?
I'm dripping on you, cat
Got the nerve to speak my name, you don't know me like that!
Diss me, you did
I oughta smack you down like you one of my kids
His shoes, you got them, holla at me when you see me
I got you
[Chorus]

[Verse 4]
No games, no, not me
I'm a made man in this industry
You talk all of the time
When in the world did you write your rhymes?
You whine most of the time
This woman, that woman, hurt in your mind
No mo, let it all go
If you don't like women, dude, just say so
You can't fool me, Detroit City bad boys know me
You started, and imma end it
Cause I'm real and I know you pretendin'
Show does
How come tight, old school style, boy, I got your eyes
Fool, you, you make me laugh
When I see your kid, I'm gonna give you a pass

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