Damizza - Lights Out lyrics

[Intro: Knoc-Turn'al] Now that's cool You know I chill wit ch'all though a little bit f** the ??? I ain't give a f** about that n***a And he came hittin my weed He came drinkin my Hen' Matter fact if I see him in traffic, even though y'all f** with him It's on [Hook: Knoc-Turn'al] All lights are on This is for the G in me, let's go (let's go) Get yo party on with me (get it crackin in this motherf**er) Lights out I'll give you everything you need, and more [Verse 1: Ice Cube] On the mic I been a demon since semen Have you screamin': Oh mama, here come that young O'Sama With that Al-Quaida drama f** no, it's the Dalai Lama With that West World Order Now MC's Bow Down and treat me like Yoda When they catch me in the corner at the club Like "n***a what", they throw up the dub So you can tell Samuel L. I'mma keep ac'in You can even tell that motherf**er Jesse Jackson Pay your child support, keep your payments up Put a rubber on and don't f** with us [Hook] [Verse 2: Mack 10] Mack pull up in the rag, Chevy layed the a** And crumble green on a Zig-Zag and lace it with hash I keep a 9mm co*ked and ready to blast So when the phone jump off a n***a ready to smash I drink my 'gnac out the bottle I don't f** with a gla** And I ain't set tripping dog, that's a thing of the past And I stay in good shape so my stamina last And put hands on a motherf**er bout my cash I was a stick up kid, I snatch your chain and dash And if the pawn shop wanted it, I downed it fast Or I'm creeping through your window breaking out your gla** Then I rob the whole party looking through a ski-mask, c'mon [Hook] [Verse 3: W.C.] From the land of the Lakers, bird brakers, Impala pedals While we chop dollars with those in sombreros It's the check a ho, when the cutla** checkin doe So so ghetto Dub S rep the (ball/boat) Ball gritty but a group of hogs with me And V.I.P. yo from mad dog 20/20 Dub C. chucking up the 23rd alphabetical Steel swiss hanging like a testicle Lick 1, 2 to the nose my bump was [?] Take a picture trick my foe's posing like the Heisman I'm burnin money, trying to slide some in your tummy Keep your panties gummy, have you walkin funny, trick [Hook x 2]