this is what ya call action never got nothin' to do she never wants to be seen hangin' with me no way gonna lose goin' out tonight don't wanna sit around goin' out
in and out) Take off the runway (stranger now in a different town) Take off and go (over and under in and out) downtown hangin around over and under in and out
not the jig Lossen up your pants and freak to the beat take a slug of you beer and let it rip If ya had a hard day, then ya better start wiggin out ya
us who work hard only to satisfy the stockmarket brokers. Oh yes! Oh yes! They're keeping us out of money! Oh yes! Oh yes! They're keeping us out of money
the bankers The ones who tax us The Masses They are us The sheep, the people Divided in classes I go off like a Shite bomb And All ya'll see I'm on my
OUT! Working people funds run out Keep a show last week and no one come out BOMBS COME OUT! Mi gas tank just run out BOMBO CLATT! The scotch tape just run out
liquor You still gotta hand me your watch I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots Razor on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams I'm a
your hairdo out we ain't tryin' to hear you out we tryin' to air you out make ya'll run to the stores and clear Clue out 'bout to put cameras in the truck
Converse Dre Beats on, listening to Bomb first You got a hangover nigga, mine's worse Haze got me kicking knowledge like a Nas verse Shit be complicated like out
is out So my words to the wise is just watch your mouth [The Game] And you don't want it when the stainless out, what the game about The bullets is in
I ain't coppin' out (nope) And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp) One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out And we
' out (nope) And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp) One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin', for all
ain't coppin' out And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers out One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin, for all the
coppin' out (nope) And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp) One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin',
Converse Dre Beats on, listening to Bomb first You got a hangover n-gga, mine's worse Haze got me kicking knowledge like a Nas verse Shit be complicated like out
out that door Im gonna run get my feet on the floor get out, of get a way from im gonna run get my feet on the floor go get out, get out of, get a way
what's next [Chorus] Now first let's call for the motherfuckin indo Pull out your crutch and put away your pistol Nigga this is Frisco bitch I got the bomb
out of rubber I will not bend! Drop the bomb!! [Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice] To all you silly suckas wo try to abuse us: When we get ignited you can't diffuse