it's all outta control... i see your highways highway killer i see your black man klu klux lynching i see your sidewalks drive by shooter oh lord oh no... it's outta control
lord it's all outta control... i see your highways highway killer i see your black man klu klux lynching i see your sidewalks drive by shooter oh lord oh no... it's outta control
I'm the underground king I reside on the throne In the club wylin out over henny and patron Me I'm in the zone yea me I'm in the zone It's bottle after
) Yeah right, (We had some drinks, she told me she was lonely) Then wat, (That talkin had really got us horny) No he didn't, (And after that I couldn't control
aint never gonna leave, the ghetto is all that I know It's just another day in the hood my nigga laying back trying get this dough yellin out ohhhhh
ghetto 3 A.M. Somewhere Out Of Beaumont -------------------------------- oh-oh-wo After the love After the love After the love is gone Eternal Eter
was I to do? Cause now the yerm has got me thinkin I'm on channel two Peep it -- bip-bip-bip like the bi-on-ic man I'm out of control and now I see myself
the mold And take a close look at the lies we're told Wipe away the facade, see we got to know See the plot to control and to rot the soul You can make
, never gonna leave, the ghetto is all that I know It's just another day in the hood my nigga everybody trying get this dough Let it out, all up in
pimped out, still spit the shrimp out Still gangsta boogie, still knock a simp out Still hitting corners, still hitting switches Still on the Low with some bad ass bitches All loc'd out
the silent sound to tear this bitch from wall to wall nigga now my frame of mind, to keep in mind the casualties If that click click quick to trip, bitch
now nobody expects me from do-boobing this So po stay down after mine, again I'm doing my thing Forget it, I'm taking control hoe who pull the The A
I departed Young girl, get out of my mind My love for you is way out of line Young girl, get out of my mind My love for you is way out of line One
some small stage bombs to Israel as props for this performance and the Israeli promoter was very interested in them. And it turned out that he was on
in broad daylight, better stay tight, better pray right Watch after midnight, nigga better try to get right 'cause we on a mission all out hunt, smoking
We will go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh... He couldn't do it properly The disco, the office, the pub, Had left out
