文本歌词

Outro / Outta Control (Remix) - Mobb Deep
Composed by：Curtis Jackson/Andre R. Young/Mike Elizondo/Chris Pope/Steven Standard
It's the Infamous Mobb M-O-B-B
We can't be touched n***a 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'mma get my drink on and party like it's ok
Trust me man it's ok 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 sipping on that juice and gin
You could find me in the background burning that Backwood
Styling and stunting doing my two step fronting
Now I'mma tell you what 'em told me homey
Just lose the 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 bumping it was all for the dough
I get the club jumping 'cause I'm sick with 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 popping 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 playing 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 playing turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now homey let's get into it
You wanna search me for certain
But hurry up 'cause I'm thirsty
I need that grind in my system P on my side twisting
In the club today for the chick to go both
Ways let me see that ID just for proof
With the drink 'til the burn is gone
Hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn
Before it pop make 'em sign a disclaimer
Try to get me on some
Pac s**t these tricks will frame ya
But in any event keep f**king with 50 it makes sense
Cents into them dollars the hoes wanna holler
But you lookin' at a n***a
That done came from the squalor
Now my buddy so gone I can pop your collar
Now if I don't say nothin' let me see you swallow
In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem
In the club feed them liquor
Of the wise I'm starving
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 playing 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 playing turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now homey let's get into it
You already know how it go I bang I shine
I play I stay I'm going for mine
I'm young I'm black I'm rich and yes
I'm ghetto than the motherf**king project steps
I'm cool I'm calm you looking real stressed
I'm strapped I'm armed kid hold your head
I'm known for gat popping 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 looking 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 lying
I'm trying 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 playing 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 playing turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now homey let's get into it