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50 Cent

Outta Control

 

Outta Control

(альбом: The Massacre - 2005)


Yeah, Shady, Aftermath
I guess you didn't know
I be back for more
Everybody's on the floor
Going, going outta control
Set it off on yo' left, dog
Set it off on yo' right, dog
Set it off
Nigga, I said set it off!
Ha-ha... (Set-Set it off)

Sick with it, boy, better get with it, what?
In the club I get it going, going, uh
Just moving to the music it's on
And the sounds of 50 and D-R-E
Everything's calculated and sound precise
Another move another mill', let's get right a'ight?
Success is my drug of choice, I'm high off life
Feeling lucky enough to bet it all on the dice
Shorty do what you wanna do, hit the dancefloor
And move how you wanna move, later on
We can cruise if you wanna cruise, it's whatever you want
The fact is I got more than I flaunt, yeah

I do my thang, in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dancefloor jam-packed, look
I got 'em going, going outta control
Set it off on yo' left, dog
Set it off on yo' right, dog
Set it off
Nigga, I said set it off!
Ha-ha... (Set-Set it off)

System thumping, dancefloor jumping
We 30 deep in this bitch, we stunting
That's what you get, you in my hood
I thought you understood, you know me
V.I.P., no ID
Bottles of DP, I do it real B-I-G
Bitches break their neck to be where I be
Take 'em to ecstasy, without ecstasy
I'm a chef you need the hit I got the recipe
Doc got the antidote, it's in the drums and the notes
Can you feel it? Em said for me to make you feel it
And remind you that you rocking with the realest

I do my thang, in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dancefloor jam-packed, look
I got 'em going, going outta control
Set it off on yo' left, dog
Set it off on yo' right, dog
Set it off
Nigga, I said set it off!
(Set-Set it off)

I'm hot boy, I'm burning up
I do my thang in the club with the burner tucked
'Til the speakers all blown, we gon' turn it up
And do that damn thang, yeah, do that mayne
Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
Get to popping and shaking that thing on the flo'
A little dose of it, now I want some more
Nobody put that thang on me like that before
I be a fiend for it, it's the way you move
But I ain't paying for it, 'cause I ain't no fool
If you okay with it, tonight I stay with it
Hit the telly play with it in a major way get it

I do my thang, in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dancefloor jam-packed, look
I got 'em going, going outta control
Set it off on yo' left, dog
Set it off on yo' right, dog
Set it off
Nigga, I said set it off!
(Set-Set it off)

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