Outta Control (Remix)
It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B (ha, ha)
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'ma get my drink on and party like it's okay
Trust me man it's okay, bounce with me in slo-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'ma tell you what Em told me, homie
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 fo' sho
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, homie, let's get into it
You wanna search me, then search me, 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 dance floor like a scene from soft porn
Before it pop, make 'em sign a disclaimer
Try to get me on some Pac shit, these tricks'll frame ya (word)
But in any event, keep fuckin' with 50 it makes sense
Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla
But you looking 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 nothing, let me see you swallow
In my crib, got the co-ed back the new problem
In the club, feed them liquor, otherwise we starve 'em
So much green getting 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, homie, 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 bedsheets
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, homie, let's get into it
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'ma get my drink on and party like it's okay
Trust me man it's okay, bounce with me in slo-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'ma tell you what Em told me, homie
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 fo' sho
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, homie, let's get into it
You wanna search me, then search me, 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 dance floor like a scene from soft porn
Before it pop, make 'em sign a disclaimer
Try to get me on some Pac shit, these tricks'll frame ya (word)
But in any event, keep fuckin' with 50 it makes sense
Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla
But you looking 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 nothing, let me see you swallow
In my crib, got the co-ed back the new problem
In the club, feed them liquor, otherwise we starve 'em
So much green getting 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, homie, 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 bedsheets
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, homie, let's get into it
Credits
Writer(s): 0, Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita
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