Outta Control (Explicit)

Composed by：Curtis Jackson/Andre R. Young/Mike Elizondo/Chris Pope/Steven Standard

It's the Infamous Mobb M-O-B-B

We can't be touched n***a 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'mma get my drink on and party like it's ok

Trust me man it's ok bounce with me in slow 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'mma 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 for sure

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 homey let's get into it

You wanna search me for certain

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 dancefloor like a scene from soft porn

Before it pop make 'em sign a disclaimer

Try to get me on some

Pac s**t these tricks will frame ya

But in any event keep f**king with 50 it makes sense

Cents into them dollars the hoes wanna holler

But you lookin' at a n***a

That done came from the squalor

Now my buddy so gone I can pop your collar

Now if I don't say 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 gettin' 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 motherf**king 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 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