Outta Control [Remix]
It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B (haha)
We can't be touched nigga, can't you see (G-Unit)
You do you, man
'Cause me I'm 'gon do my thing
You know I do my thing
I'ma get my drink on and party like it's okay
Trust me, man, it's okay
Bounce with me in slow mo
When they hear the kid in the house they're like, "Oh no"
50 got 'em locin' again, they open again
Got 'em sippin' on that juice and gin
You could find me in the background burnin' that Backwood'
Stylin' and stuntin', doin' my two step frontin'
Now I'ma tell you what Em told me, homie, just lose it
Parental discretion's advised, this is grown folk music
Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down
It's always off the chain, man, when I'm around
I play the block bumpin', it was all for the dough
I get the club jumpin', 'cause I'm sick with the flow
You know it's sold out, like wherever I go
I jam packed the show, man, that's for sure
I got the info you already know
Man, I get it poppin' in the club
Everybody show me love, let's go
You, know, I, got
What it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now, shorty, let's get into it
You, know, I, got
What it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now, homie, let's get into it
You wanna search me then search me
But hurry up 'cause I'm thirsty
I need that brown in my system
P, on my side twistin'
In club duvet for the chick to go both ways
Let me see that ID just for proof
Or pour the drink 'til the vermin's gone
Hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn
Before it pop, make 'em sign a disclaimer
Tried to get me on some Pac shit, these tricks will frame ya (word)
But, in any event, keep fuckin' with 50 it makes sense
Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla
But you lookin' at a nigga that done came from the squalor
Now my money so long, I can pop your collar
Now follow, say nothin', let me see you swallow
In my crib got the co-ed bathroom, no problem
In the club feed them liquor, otherwise we starvin'
So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go
You, know, I, got
What it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now, shorty, let's get into it
You, know, I, got
What it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now, homie, let's get into it
You already know how it go, I bang, I shine
I play, I stay, I'm goin' for mines
I'm young, I'm black, I'm rich and yes
I'm ghetto than the motherfuckin' project steps
I'm cool, I'm calm you lookin' real stressed
I'm strapped I'm armed, kid, hold your head
I'm known for gat poppin', when I got problems
I don't run, I just gun you all up
But we ain't come here to start no drama
We just lookin' for our future baby mamas
With money with face with style and body
I cook, I clean, I swear that mami
Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody
I go down low
I'm lyin' I'm tryin' my best to let you know
Sugar pop get at P
The Doc beat make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets
You, know, I, got
What it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now, shorty, let's get into it
You, know, I, got
What it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now, homie, let's get into it
