Lyrics:
by people
People with guns
Oh yeah
Put out the fire
Put out the fire
You need a gun like a hole in the head
Put out the fire
Put out the fire
Put out
Call me up to Your side
Draw me up to Your light
Let it blind me
Lord, refine me
Refine me out of my mind
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter
I this his meds dropped
Or I’m to geeked up
Beat a nigga out his mf sneakers
We in the club starting shit up for no reason
It’s best to walk
popping
I'm riding in my city with the top down
While I'm yelling out the window, this is my town
808 Bumping down the block, I let it knock down
And I got
Oh shit, it's that Bally, it's that slick Bally
'88 material, little niggaz don't know nothing about this though
Check it out y'all (look) come
keep it safe (Buddah Bless this beat)
They ain't goin' runnin' out safe (baow)
We gon' put it right in they face (let's go)
Yeah, shoot it up, shoot
right where we should be
With my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
By the time
Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness
(Now by all means) I do a show in New Orleans
And get wit Bout It Bout It Mystikal (Starang we been
Uhhh, ha ha, y'all like that, huh
The party don't stop yo, check it out
Ain't no party like a no limit party
'Cause a no limit party don't stop
off, push 'em off)
(Get 'em up)
Well, pour out the Hen' and Coke and fire up that dro'
It's Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The block is
Matter fact, we’ll put ya behind
We never close
And if they find out where ya at
Nigga we never told
It’s all platinum, we never gold
See, nickel bags is
right then her left put me in a zone
A Im do my dance hit the club and fuck it up a bit
Baby do ya dance hit the floor like you throwing a fit
Aaaa right
Wanna see me get high get high wit me (Get high)
Wanna see me get by get by with me (Get by)
Wanna see me in the club yeah bitches pull up (In
my team hit the scene
It must be a dream, hit the stage
Everybody holler gettin' throwed
Rippin' shows for a bigger dollar
Father, I don’t wanna leave
Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness
(Now by all means) I do a show in New Orleans
And get wit Bout It Bout It Mystikal (Starang we been
where the roof is, right
The same flow came out the hallway with me
I put '95 on my back like I'm DeAndre Bembry
It's like I'm Illmatic sitting on loop
yourselves down there
alright. It's been a great evening, thank you very
much. Robbie Williams has now left the buidling.
Oh no, I'm afriad he's come back for
don't think I'm ever gonna smoke no more
And I don't think I'm ever gonna drink no more
But fuck it, bartender you can give me one more
(We in the club
And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it
After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious
(Fuck wrong with this nigga, man?)
as you ride, right out your socks
Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel
Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle
Nasty-girl don't pass
the club with me
You comin' out damn close
So when I take you home
You should already know
I don't mean to be rude
I'm just bein' one thousand
Party still
off, push 'em off)
(Get 'em up)
Well, pour out the Hen' and Coke and fire up that dro'
It's Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The block is
opponents
Looking up at the referees so haters you don't want none
I puts it down like sit down motherfucker be quiet
I puts it down like billy clubs
Dubai, I'm quite a naughty dude
It don't matter what year it is
'Cause every year I pull up to them clubs and I bring them back to 1942
And every girl
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