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    Outta Control

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    [Verse 1: Ryu]
    Yo...takin' the game back, point blank, aim gats
    We both dope from the same cocaine sack
    Laugh with no pain, never go glitzy
    Pop thug, my necklace dangle my M-60 (Uh!)
    Outta control now, half of the globe
    Raps and wreaks of wackness, cover your nose
    So take your weeks of practice
    Back, you freakin' flow in a geeky accent, "Callin' all freaks!"
    That's what you get, get got it? Good
    Yo Cheap, we got a smash hit, knock on wood
    That's it, put your hands up (Uh!) They can't stand us
    Dig a big pit the size of the Grand Canyon
    Push 'em over the cliff, you nutty as squirrel shit
    Thinkin' you're so sick, but I carry the cure, bitch
    Lots of sleep, plenty of pills and blow
    Now who want it with the S.O.B.? Let's go!
    [Chorus: Ryu]
    Stand up! C'mon, and if ya like it say ("Uhhh...")
    Ya like it, say ("Well...")
    Ya love it, say ("Yeahhh")
    So get up! And if it's hype, say ("Uh!")
    Ryu and Tak, what's up now? We outta control!
    Hands up! C'mon, and if ya like it, say ("Ha!")
    Ya like it, say ("Whoa")
    Ya love it, say ("Awwwesome!")
    So get up! And if it's hype, say ("Oh my God!")
    Ryu and Tak, what's up now? We outta control!
    [Verse 2: Tak]
    Yo...wakin' up early, goin' to work is a joke
    So deep, with no sleep, it hurts when you're dope
    So I, picked up a pen and squirt a couple of quotes
    While I dream and hurdle over your hoax
    Blowin' steam like, it's all murder, incite the right words to
    Fight, I might serve ya mic, and vice-versa
    Spillin' my ink on a piece of paper
    Slowly I sink, I think I'm a freak of nature
    So I, step it up now, outta control, about to explode
    I'm in the house, countin' my dough
    Bounce and I roll, pick up a half ounce of the 'dro, psyche
    You don't even smoke punk, you're stuck in the strobelight
    Back to the beginning, with scar tissue and celibate thoughts
    I'm in the dark with artificial intelligence
    Never before seen, it's the untold legacy
    Rippin' it, tearin' the mics up, stash the weaponry
    [Chorus]
    Stand up! C'mon, and if ya like it say ("Ahhh")
    Ya like it, say ("Uh!")
    Ya love it, say ("Yeahhh")
    So get up! And if it's hype, say ("Well...")
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