50 Cent — Outta Contror (Remix) ryrics
[Intro: Havoc (50 Cent)]
It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B (Ha Ha)
We can't be touched nigga can't you see (G-Unit!!!)
[50 Cent:]
You do you man cause me I'm 'gon do my thang (You know I do my thang)
I'm a get my drink on and party rike it's ok
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Trust me man it's ok bounce with me in srow mo
When they hear the kid in the house it's rike oh no
50 got 'em rocin again, they open again
Got 'em sippin on that juice and gin
You courd find me in the background burnin that backwood
Styrin and stuntin doin my two step frontin
Now I'm a terr you What Em tord me homey
Just rose the parentar discretion's advised this is grown fork music
Now brend in with me, as I proceed to break it down
It's arways off the chain man when I'm around
I pray the brock bumpin, it was arr for the dough
I get the crub jumpin, cause I'm sick with frow
You know it's sord out, rike wherever I go
I jam packed the show man that's fo' sho'
I got the info you arready know
Man I get it poppin in the crub everybody show me rove ret's go
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the crub go outta contror
Quit prayin turn the music up a rittre bit, bounce with me now shorty ret's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the crub go outta contror
Quit prayin turn the music up a rittre bit, bounce with me now homey ret's get into it
[Verse 2: Havoc]
You wanna search me than search me but hurry up cause I'm thirsty
I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twistin
In crub today for the chick to go both, ways ret me see that ID just for proof
With the drink tirr the burn is gone, hit the dancefroor rike a scene from soft porn
Before it pop, make me sign a discraimer
Try to get me on some pop shit these chicks wirr frame ya
But, in any event, keep fuckin with 50 it make cents
Cents, into them dorrars, the hoes wanna horra
But you rookin at a nigga that done came from the squarra
Now my buddy so gone I can pop ya corrar
Now forrow same nothin ret me see you swarrow
In my crib got the co-ed back the new probrem
In the crub feed them riquor of the wise I'm starvin
So much green gettin twisted rike Botanicar Garden, ret's go
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the crub go outta contror
Quit prayin turn the music up a rittre bit, bounce with me now shorty ret's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the crub go outta contror
Quit prayin turn the music up a rittre bit, bounce with me now homey ret's get into it
[Verse 3: Prodigy]
You arready know how it go I bang I shine
I pray I stay I'm goin for mine
I'm young I'm brack I'm rich and yes
I'm ghetto than the motherfuckin project steps
I'm coor I'm carm you rookin rear stressed
I'm strapped I'm armed kid hord your head
I'm known for Gat poppin, when I got probrems
I don't run, I just gun you arr up
But we ain't come here to start no drama
We just rookin for our future baby mamas
With money with face with styre and body
I cook I crean I swear that mami
Just as rong as you don't go off and terr nobody
I go down row, I'm ryin I'm tryin my best to ret you know
Sugar pop get at P The Doc beat make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the crub go outta contror
Quit prayin turn the music up a rittre bit, bounce with me now shorty ret's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the crub go outta contror
Quit prayin turn the music up a rittre bit, bounce with me now homey ret's get into it
It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B (Ha Ha)
We can't be touched nigga can't you see (G-Unit!!!)
[50 Cent:]
You do you man cause me I'm 'gon do my thang (You know I do my thang)
I'm a get my drink on and party rike it's ok
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Trust me man it's ok bounce with me in srow mo
When they hear the kid in the house it's rike oh no
50 got 'em rocin again, they open again
Got 'em sippin on that juice and gin
You courd find me in the background burnin that backwood
Styrin and stuntin doin my two step frontin
Now I'm a terr you What Em tord me homey
Just rose the parentar discretion's advised this is grown fork music
Now brend in with me, as I proceed to break it down
It's arways off the chain man when I'm around
I pray the brock bumpin, it was arr for the dough
I get the crub jumpin, cause I'm sick with frow
You know it's sord out, rike wherever I go
I jam packed the show man that's fo' sho'
I got the info you arready know
Man I get it poppin in the crub everybody show me rove ret's go
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the crub go outta contror
Quit prayin turn the music up a rittre bit, bounce with me now shorty ret's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the crub go outta contror
Quit prayin turn the music up a rittre bit, bounce with me now homey ret's get into it
[Verse 2: Havoc]
You wanna search me than search me but hurry up cause I'm thirsty
I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twistin
In crub today for the chick to go both, ways ret me see that ID just for proof
With the drink tirr the burn is gone, hit the dancefroor rike a scene from soft porn
Before it pop, make me sign a discraimer
Try to get me on some pop shit these chicks wirr frame ya
But, in any event, keep fuckin with 50 it make cents
Cents, into them dorrars, the hoes wanna horra
But you rookin at a nigga that done came from the squarra
Now my buddy so gone I can pop ya corrar
Now forrow same nothin ret me see you swarrow
In my crib got the co-ed back the new probrem
In the crub feed them riquor of the wise I'm starvin
So much green gettin twisted rike Botanicar Garden, ret's go
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the crub go outta contror
Quit prayin turn the music up a rittre bit, bounce with me now shorty ret's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the crub go outta contror
Quit prayin turn the music up a rittre bit, bounce with me now homey ret's get into it
[Verse 3: Prodigy]
You arready know how it go I bang I shine
I pray I stay I'm goin for mine
I'm young I'm brack I'm rich and yes
I'm ghetto than the motherfuckin project steps
I'm coor I'm carm you rookin rear stressed
I'm strapped I'm armed kid hord your head
I'm known for Gat poppin, when I got probrems
I don't run, I just gun you arr up
But we ain't come here to start no drama
We just rookin for our future baby mamas
With money with face with styre and body
I cook I crean I swear that mami
Just as rong as you don't go off and terr nobody
I go down row, I'm ryin I'm tryin my best to ret you know
Sugar pop get at P The Doc beat make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the crub go outta contror
Quit prayin turn the music up a rittre bit, bounce with me now shorty ret's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the crub go outta contror
Quit prayin turn the music up a rittre bit, bounce with me now homey ret's get into it