Speaker Blow Lyrics - Singles - Pryme Kingz

Feeling like I'm in my zone 

Oh yeah 

Feeling like I'm in my zone 

Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah Ah yeah! 

What's the business? 

We're going off, no limit 

"Wild for the night" no Skrillex 

Dark as a glass of Guiness 

Better yet, dark as my father's skin is 

And boy am I far from finished 

We came to raise the ceiling 

And rip doors all up off its hinges 

Blow the speaker 

We are so far off the meter 

From the North side of the city, only right that she's a diva 

We up in that two seater, burning clouds of Wiz Khalifa 

Just living for the moment, you can see us when you see us 

Boy we trill, aye! 

We don't give a damn 

We're waving our hands 

All up in the air like we like to do 

Put your finger up 

We don't give a what 

Do it anywhere like we can't be moved 

This is our building yeah 

So, no no no no oh 

We don't care for nobody 

Everybody say 

Whoa oh! 

You know how we do it when we roll oh 

Turn it up, and let the speaker blow oh 

Grab somebody, put them in a chokehold 

Aye yo oh, everybody loco 

Bottles popping off, we're in the zone 

Shout it out and let my people know oh 

Turn it up, and let the speaker blow oh 

Here we go oh 

Oh oh oh 

Yo, we on another level, another level 

C'mon I know you ain't trippin', is you? 

On little issues? 

Baby come and get this liquor in ya 

And sip it till the world becomes a fuzzy picture to ya 

And everything is all over the bloody gaff 

Turn it up! (Woop) 

'Til them speakers blow (Rahh) 

'Pryme Kingz' is the name 

Let your neighbors know 

My guys here running game, and the girls are getting all racy 

Vibsing with my eyes closed - you could call me Ray C. 

Black shades, 

Track plays, 

Hands raised 

Everybody H.A.M in this mad rave 

"Yo P, let me hear that damn phrase" 

Yo we winning! 

Pryme! 

Are you kidding? 

GBH when the punch line's hitting 

Throw your fists all up in the air as if you're angry at the ceiling 

Here we go 

We don't give a damn 

We're waving our hands 

All up in the air like we like to do 

Put your finger up 

We don't give a what 

Do it anywhere like we can't be moved 

This is our building yeah 

So, no no no no oh 

We don't care for nobody 

Everybody say 

Whoa oh! 

You know how we do it when we roll oh 

Turn it up, and let the speaker blow oh 

Grab somebody, put them in a chokehold 

Aye yo oh, everybody loco 

Bottles popping off, we're in the zone 

Shout it out and let my people know oh 

Turn it up, and let the speaker blow oh 

Here we go oh 

Oh oh oh 

My eyes fixed on a hotspice, 

Smashed off of these boozes 

Now I'm hanging out late at night with the goons acting all foolish 

Dawg I'll hit the fire exit 

If I see any of my exes 

'Cos like chainsaw from Texas, 

They all be f'd in the heads-es 

Yo, we be wilding out like Gaga, 

Puffing on some la la 

These haters sounding like "blah blah" 

I'm juiced up - no charger 

Can someone tell the DJ 

To bring it back like karma? 

Turn it all the way up 'til they hear us up in Ghana! 

Singing - 

Whoa oh! 

You know how we do it when we roll oh 

Turn it up, and let the speaker blow oh 

Grab somebody, put them in a chokehold 

Aye yo oh, everybody loco 

Bottles popping off, we're in the zone 

Shout it out and let my people know oh 

Turn it up, and let the speaker blow oh 

Here we go oh 

Oh oh oh 

Yo, we on another level, another level 

C'mon I know you ain't trippin', is you? 

On little issues? 

Baby come and get this liquor in ya 

And sip it till the world becomes a fuzzy picture to ya 

And everything is all over the bloody gaff 

Another level, another level 

C'mon I know you ain't trippin', is you? 

On little issues? 

Baby come and get this liquor in ya 

And sip it till the world becomes a fuzzy picture to ya 

And everything is all over the bloody gaff