Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lights Out, artist - Gang Starr. Album song One Of The Best Yet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.10.2019
Record label: Gang Starr Enterprises, TTT
Song language: English
Lights Out |
Yeah |
Gang Starr, M.O.P. |
Either ride or be quiet |
What we gon' do? |
(Gon' do), motherfucker |
Lights out, I told y’all, this is the one I owe y’all |
When you see me, act like you know I know y’all |
No one (No one) but Allah can hold y’all |
Average motherfuckers can’t even handle what I throw y’all |
Lights out, I told y’all, this is the one I owe y’all |
When you see me, act like you know I know y’all |
No one (No one) but Allah can hold y’all |
Average motherfuckers can’t even handle what I throw y’all (Yo, yo) |
Yo, ever since a shorty I was hard-headed and angry |
And mad complex and wouldn’t let nobody change me |
I’m still the same me, gettin' pussy, stayin' weeded |
These bitches are starstruck, so fuck the way they gettin' treated |
I don’t need it, if her head ain’t right I pass on it |
While you trick sucka niggas be wastin' cash on it |
And you don’t want it, when the fight starts, you always runnin' |
Against me, son, you know the outcome, ya always done |
Rhymes jog ya mental like ya pop dukes smacked ya |
You need to join SAG (Why?) 'cause you’re a hell of an actor (Hahahaha) |
After you notice what happened it’ll be too late |
Can’t blame no one but yourself for mistakes you make |
And some of y’all niggas are like circus monkeys |
Livin' life like worthless junkies |
Plottin' against your fellow man, helpin' out the devil’s plan |
Damn, why can’t I trust my own people? |
Fuck it, enemies must perish in the valley of their own evil |
Lights out, I told y’all, this is the one I owe y’all |
When you see me, act like you know I know y’all |
No one (No one) but Allah can hold y’all |
Average motherfuckers can’t even handle what I throw y’all |
Lights out, I told y’all, this is the one I owe y’all |
When you see me, act like you know I know y’all |
No one (No one) but Allah can hold y’all |
Average motherfuckers can’t even handle what I throw y’all (Yo) |
Yo, a wise man once said, «Fuck what a wise man said» |
Bitch, gimme that bag otherwise y’all dead |
Clap on (Blaow, blaow), I can ride right now |
Leave you paralyzed from your eyebrows down |
I got two parts of my brain, fuck your life on my right |
Ain’t nothin' left on my left, ain’t nothin' right |
(I pull up) The kid scope 'em out, I’ll thrush ya |
For the bread I’ll leave ya head smokin' like a muffler |
Sick bars, bitch, what up? |
I spit SARS, you spit nut up |
Bitch, shut up, it’s in my bone marrow |
Marked for death, I don’t even trust my own shadow |
When they can’t touch who you become |
They’ll try to dig up who you used to be (Ahh) |
Tell them niggas get used to me (Come on) |
You can’t go back and change the beginnin' |
But I’ma start where I’m at and change the endin' |
Lights out, I told y’all, this is the one I owe y’all |
When you see me, act like you know I know y’all |
No one (No one) but Allah can hold y’all |
Average motherfuckers can’t even handle what I throw y’all |
Lights out, I told y’all, this is the one I owe y’all |
When you see me, act like you know I know y’all |
No one (No one) but Allah can hold y’all |
Average motherfuckers can’t even handle what I throw y’all |
I do it like I do it 'cause it ain’t about the music |
Ain’t about gettin' through it 'cause I’m already proven |
You niggas see me cruisin', nigga, I will lose it |
I get on my bully shit, fuck up a nigga movin' |
Now fuck who ya crew is, fuck what the true is |
Gang Starr forever, fuck what the new is |
Lil' nigga turned diamonds to ruins |
Ball with your RuPaul influence |
Shorty askin', «Who you is?» |
Forgettin' I’m praised where a few is |
Overlookin' OG engraved on the Buick |
Before they let me out the cage for the music |
I helped you niggas see exactly who John Woo is (Woo) |
Now, nigga, who you is? |
You overpaid, bitch-made, glitch-made |
You headin' for the roof when ya shit fade (Hahaha) |
With no substance, ho shit by the abundance |
Your catalog sound the same, you got one hit |
Lights out (Lights out) |