Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Outta Control (Featuring 50 Cent), artist - Mobb Deep.
Date of issue: 15.09.2019
Outta Control (Featuring 50 Cent) |
It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B |
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'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 shit these tricks will frame ya |
But, in any event, keep fucking with 50 it makes sense |
Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holler |
But you lookin at a nigga 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 motherfucking 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 |