Lyrics:
outta some of y'all
Today all fucked up ways must fall
Today is up against the wall
Misled in the head fucked by quiet storms and love songs
Noddin'
I been on my worst behavior
But baby, I don't need no savior
I'm way outta line
But I kind of like the way I
Feel when I just don't give a fuck
stash, gold, checks, sports illustrated
I'm motivated by the fact that I'm being hated
Now my pockets swell, game straight outta ATL
G-land, Boyz II
and don't even think
Get those kids outta cages
Treat 'em like human beings
Get those kids outta cages
And treat 'em like human beings
Get those kids outta
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
getting Out of control
Out of control
Out of control
I think my life is getting outta control
Out of control (Out of control)
And I don’t know
I think my
'cause it's a new law
You never seen us before but we're raw like a war
They warned me once, they warned me twice
So I knew I was warned they had it goin'
Hello? What's happening world?
Yo, this Big Gipp!
I've been called down by Lil Jon
& The Eastside Boyz to
Tell you what's really happening on
These
to it
Bout to lose it voices screaming "don't do it!"
It's like '93, '94, bout the year
That big and mag dropped; and "illmatic" rocked
Outta every
tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us
Make the money, get the mansion, bring the homies with us (Southside Bronx)
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I
turn it down
'Cause it's a new law
You never seen us before
But we're raw like a war
They warned me once
They warned me twice
So I knew I was
the hills, chill like flynt
Buy an old drop-top, find a spot to pimp
Then I'ma Kid Rock-it up and down ya' block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lotsa
She woke up and couldn't use her legs
So I laid down by her side
She put her head on my hand
Like she'd done so many times
I told her she was a good
hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this
Like kids in the summer time
Life passes us by
Like kids in the summer time
Life passes us by
Like kids in the summer time
We stay outside
Like
plans to get my Lamb and my six
Niggas outta pen'll understand this shit
Pop champagne like I won a championship
Been around the world and I, I, I,
Like so many wrecks do
Too impaired by my youth
To know what to do
So if I sell my apartment
And you have some kids with an internet starlet
Will
grow into what
Society considers trash the rope is to us
That means I'm hanging myself by living
The noose is getting murdered that or going to prison
know it you think
You know it all
But you don't even have a clue
And control is still in view for
A fool like you
That's true
Is there a reason for
some bottles, let's pop off some bottles
These niggas too bogus
Let's pour up a pint, I'ma fuck around, faint
Like I'm Kid Cudi probably
I fuck
yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals
Record number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop, control
Like Janet,
these hoes
I'm outta control, everywhere like I'm home
So unexpected for all of these hoes
Living my life then, making my songs
Making my moves then,
Riding around in my old whip
Used to drive that thing like I stole it
I control the drop when you roll it
12 pull us over you'll hold it
You
The scene was a small roadside cafe
The waitress was sweepin' the floor
Two truck-drivers drinkin' their coffee
And two okie-kids by the door
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