Out On the Prowl

Things are good
In my hood
I got a pocket full of grass and a one hitter to smoke it

Feel the heat
From the street
Missing all the cracks so my mama's back ain't broke

I'm feeling loose

Out on the prowl
And I got nothing to lose
Gimme a jukebox screaming out some rhythm and blues
Out on the prowl
With a dangerous glance
I'm over here if you wanna dance

Out on the Prowl

I can't get enough
When my brain starts melting
It's got a mind of it's own

I can't get enough
With that street corner talking
I lose total control

I'm feeling loose

Out on the prowl
And I got nothing to lose
Gimme a jukebox screaming out some rhythm and blues
Out on the prowl
With a dangerous glance
I'm over here if you wanna dance

Out on the prowl



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Harvey
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