Lights Out Songtext
von Westside Connection feat. Knoc‐Turn’Al
Lights Out Songtext
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let′s go (let's go)
Get your party on with me (get it crackin in this motherfucker)
Lights out
I′ll give you everything you need, and more
On the mic I been a deamon since semen
Have you screamin': Oh mama, here come that young O'Sama
With that Al-Quaida drama
Fuck no
It′s the Dalai Lama, wit that West World Order
Now MC′s Bow Down and treat me like Yoda
When they catch me in the corner at the club
Like "nigga whuut", they throw up the dub
So you can tell Samuel L. I'ma keep ac′in
You can even tell that motherfucker Jessie Jackson
Pay your child support, keep your payments up
Put a rubber on and don't fuck wit us
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let′s go
Get your party on with me
Lights out
I'll give you everything you need, and more
Mack pull up in the rag Chevy, lay the ass
And crumble green on a Zig-Zag and lace it with hash
I keep a 9mm cocked and ready to blast
So when the phone jump off a nigga ready to smash
I drink my yak out the bottle
I don′t fuck wit a glass
And I ain't set trippin dog, that's a thing of the past
And I stay in good shape so my stamina last
And put hands on a motherfucker bout my cash
I was a stick up kid, Id snatch your chain and dash
And if the pawnshop wanted it i downed it fast
Or I′m creepin through your window breakin out your glass
Then I rob the whole party lookin through a ski-mask, c′mon
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let's go
Get your party on with me
Lights out
I′ll give you everything you need, and more
From the land of the Lakers, bird brakers, and product peddlers
Where we chop dollars wit those in sombreros
It's the check a hoe, In the cutlass checkin dough
So so ghetto Dub S rep the (ball-boat)
Ball gritty with a group of hog′s wit me
In V.I.P. off of mad dog 20-20
Dub C. chunkin up the 23rd after that i ghost, this swiss hangin like a testicle
Lick 1, 2 till they notice my bumpers risin
Take a picture trick my foe's posein′ like the Heisman
I'm burnin money, tryin to slide sumthin in ya tummy
Leave your panties gummy, have you walkin funny, trick
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let's go
Get your party on with me
Lights out
I′ll give you everything you need, and more
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let′s go
Get your party on with me
Lights out
I'll give you everything you need, and more
Uuh lights out
Uuh lights out
Uuh lights out
This is for the G in me, let′s go (let's go)
Get your party on with me (get it crackin in this motherfucker)
Lights out
I′ll give you everything you need, and more
On the mic I been a deamon since semen
Have you screamin': Oh mama, here come that young O'Sama
With that Al-Quaida drama
Fuck no
It′s the Dalai Lama, wit that West World Order
Now MC′s Bow Down and treat me like Yoda
When they catch me in the corner at the club
Like "nigga whuut", they throw up the dub
So you can tell Samuel L. I'ma keep ac′in
You can even tell that motherfucker Jessie Jackson
Pay your child support, keep your payments up
Put a rubber on and don't fuck wit us
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let′s go
Get your party on with me
Lights out
I'll give you everything you need, and more
Mack pull up in the rag Chevy, lay the ass
And crumble green on a Zig-Zag and lace it with hash
I keep a 9mm cocked and ready to blast
So when the phone jump off a nigga ready to smash
I drink my yak out the bottle
I don′t fuck wit a glass
And I ain't set trippin dog, that's a thing of the past
And I stay in good shape so my stamina last
And put hands on a motherfucker bout my cash
I was a stick up kid, Id snatch your chain and dash
And if the pawnshop wanted it i downed it fast
Or I′m creepin through your window breakin out your glass
Then I rob the whole party lookin through a ski-mask, c′mon
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let's go
Get your party on with me
Lights out
I′ll give you everything you need, and more
From the land of the Lakers, bird brakers, and product peddlers
Where we chop dollars wit those in sombreros
It's the check a hoe, In the cutlass checkin dough
So so ghetto Dub S rep the (ball-boat)
Ball gritty with a group of hog′s wit me
In V.I.P. off of mad dog 20-20
Dub C. chunkin up the 23rd after that i ghost, this swiss hangin like a testicle
Lick 1, 2 till they notice my bumpers risin
Take a picture trick my foe's posein′ like the Heisman
I'm burnin money, tryin to slide sumthin in ya tummy
Leave your panties gummy, have you walkin funny, trick
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let's go
Get your party on with me
Lights out
I′ll give you everything you need, and more
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let′s go
Get your party on with me
Lights out
I'll give you everything you need, and more
Uuh lights out
Uuh lights out
Uuh lights out
Writer(s): Michael Schenker, Phil Mogg, Pete Way, Andy Parker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
