Outta Control [Remix] Lyrics

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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 thang
(You know I do my thang)
I'm a get my drink on and party like it's okay

Trust me man it's okay bounce with me in slow mo
When they hear the kid in the house it's like, oh, no
50 got 'em locing 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'm a tell you what Em told me homey
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 playin turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now homey 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 club today for the chick to go both ways
Let me see that ID just for proof

With the drink till the burn is gone
Hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn
Before it pop, make me sign a disclaimer
Try to get me on some pop shit these chicks will frame ya

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But in any event, keep fucking with 50 it make cents
Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla
But you looking at a nigga that done came from the squalla
Now my buddy so gone I can pop ya collar

Now follow same nothin let me see you swallow
In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem
In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starving
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 homey 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 lookin 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 bed sheets

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 homey let's get into it

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