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50 Cent - Outta Control lyrics
Yea Shady.......... Aftermath I guess you didn't kno' I'd b back fo mo' Everbody's on da flo' Goin, Goin, out of control Set it off on yo left dawg Set it off on yo right dawg Set it off, nigga I said set it off Verse 1 Sick wit it, walk wit it, get wit it whaaa In da club I get it goin, goin, uhhhh Juss move it to da music, it's on Da sound of 50 and D.R.E. Everythings calculated in time precise anotha move, anotha mill, let's get rite aiight Success is my drug of choice, I'm high off life I'm feelin lucky enuff to bet it all on a dice Shorty do wachu wanna do, hit da dance floor Move how you wanna move, later on, we can cruise if you wanna cruise, it's whateva you want The fact is I got more than I flaunt. Chorus: I do my thang in da club Every chance I get I tear it up Dance floor jam packed, look I got em, goin, goin, out of control Set it off on yo left dawg Set it off on yo right dawg Set it off, nigga I said set it off Verse 2 System thumpin, dance floor jumpin We 30 deep in this bitch, we stuntin Dat's wachu get, you in my hood I thought you understood You know me, V.I.P. no I.D. Bottles of D.P., I do it real B.I.G. Bitches break their neck to be where I be Take em to extacy without extacy I'mma cheff, you need a hit, I got the recipe Doc got the antidote, it in the drums and the notes Can you feel it, Em said fo me to make you feel it Remind you dat you rockin wit the realest Chorus: I do my thang in da club Every chance I get I tear it up Dance floor jam packed, look I got em, goin, goin, out of control Set it off on yo left dawg Set it off on yo right dawg Set it off, nigga I said set it off Verse 3 I'm hot boy, I'm burnin up I do muh thang in da club wit da burna tucked Till da speakers all blown, we gon turn it up And do dat damn thang, yeah do that man Shorty hit me high, then hit me low Get da poppin n shakin dat thang on da flo' A lil dose of it, now I want sum mo' Nobody threw that thang on me like dat befo' I'll be a fiend fo it, it's da way you move But I ain't payin fo it, cuz I ain't no fool If you okay wit it, tonight I stay wit it Hit da club, play wit it, in a major did it Chorus: I do my thang in da club Every chance I get I tear it up Dance floor jam packed, look I got em, goin, goin, out of control Set it off on yo left dawg Set it off on yo right dawg Set it off, nigga I said set it off |
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