Ea$y Money - Sound Off lyrics

[Intro]: 1,2,3,4, 1,2...3,4! Hop, hop, hop, hop, hip Sound off (1, 2) Once again (3, 4) Sound off (1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2...3, 4!) [Verse One] [Oh No]: Black hoodies up Wrappin' the hands up Gla** on the fists Tell them n***as stand up Man up See the ambulance van on stand by Videotape so you can see how your man died Random thoughts that just ran by ya Starin' at a motherf**in' butcher like a lamb's eye And you a lamb chop There is no beef Tough talk ends with broke teeth sh**, I'll lace a blunt with keef And get deeper than the seven seas Put you through the depths of Hell, watch Heaven leave You need weapons and cheese, f**in' with these Reppin' the peace, get X'd by excellent Gs Your excellence please, they fallin' to they knees I can hear them callin' my sleep Some sh** kings dream Make it hot for ya, easily provide the steam clean They call Term to come street sweep out your team n***a [Hook] [Ea$y Money]: "Sound Off" My true heads, let this sh** knock Snap your neck and spazz out to this hip hop "Sound off" We heatin' up the spot and my peoples got the Glock Trust me, you don't wanna hear it "Sound off" We here to move the crowd And we like the music loud We don't ever want to turn the "Sound off" It's Oh No, and the 'Olo- -Gy, S.T. and them west side riders [Verse Two] [Termanology]: I would've had my man smack you with the pound dawg But you scared of your own shadow like a groundhog p**y, I throw punches like Balrog f** around have you layin' on the ground dawg Shiiiiit I'm down for the action Everybody on my team shoot, no pa**in' I'm Kobe, I'm Mike, I'm Lebron Your Roley, your ice, my arm Your wife, my palm on her a** ba*tard I know you don't like that song C'mon Let's all sing along I got a couple guns that sing like Akon Cause they all black and they make hits And you don't really wanna see them sh**s turn on I got a short fuse like Bonaduce Every other city drop babies on a groupie Blazin' on a doobie Razor cut j**elry My shawty ill cause she half Asian with a booty Like Kimora Lee, more me, what they want in 'em Orgies every week, triz I'm throwin' victims I got that fish scale but I don't do fishin' Love my peeps in jail but I don't do prison I'm on a new mission that don't include pitchin' Dude listen I'm tryin' to sit in a ? [Hook]