Lights Out Songtext
von Westside Connection

Now that′s cool
You know
I chill wit' ch′all though, a little bit
Fuck the RZA
I ain't give a fuck about that nigga
And he came hittin' my weed
He came drinkin′ my Hen′
Matter of fact, if I see him in traffic, even know y'all fuck with him, it′s on

All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let's go (let′s go)
Get yo' 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 demon since semen
How 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 after club
Like, "Nigga what", they t'ow up the dub

So you can tell Samuel L. I′ma keep ac'in
You can even tell that motherfucker Jesse 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 yo′ party on with me
Lights out
I′ll give you everything you need, and more

Mack pull up in the rag, Chevy layed the ass
And crumble green on a Zig-Zag and lace it with hash
I keep a nine millimeter cocked and ready to blast
So when the phone jump off, a nigga ready to smash

I drink my 'gnac out the bottle, I don′t fuck wit' a glass
And I ain′t sip 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, I snatch your chain and dash
And if the pawn shop 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 yo′ party on with me
Lights out
I'll give you everything you need, and more

From the land of the Lakers, bird brakers, Impala pedals
While we chop dollars wit′ those in sombreros
It's the check a hoe, when the cutlass checkin' doe
So, so ghetto Dub S rep the ball

Ball gritty but a crew a hog′s wit′ me
And V.I.P. yo' from mad dog 20-20
Dub C. chunkin′ up at 23rd alphabetical
Steel swiss hanging like a testicle

Lick one, two to the nose my bump was swaz, huh
Take a picture trick my foe's posing like the Heisman
I′m burnin' money, trying to slide some in your tummy (what?)
Leave your panties gummy, have you walkin′ funny, trick

All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let's go
Get yo' 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 yo' party on with me
Lights out
I′ll give you everything you need, and more

Ooh, lights out
Ooh, lights out
Ooh, lights out