Joe Scudda - Out of Town lyrics

[L.E.G.A.C.Y] I pop bottles, taking shots, gettin' at the top model Smokey as f**, need something to hold me up I'm leanin' on this chick like Joe Clark, I'm stuck Wait, hold on baby, there go my n***a Buck [Buckshot] Aiyo, what up I'm in the back sippin' this cup Next ta son who said he should stir this up, ah f** Plus we out of town, it's going down This Hennessey got them n***as yellin please make a sound L.E.G.A.C.Y left the pound, back at the spot And I can tell these n***as want beef now So son what's poppin' [L.E.G.A.C.Y] Let me introduce this chick, " Aiyo, what your name is?" I'm tryin' ta rock this chick, doesn't matter what her name is These perfect strangers straight grilling like Hibachi's All eyes on me, actin' like they wanna pop me These perfect strangers straight grilling like Hibachi's All eyes on me, actin' like they wanna Pac me [Hook: Buckshot] + (L.E.G.A.C.Y and Joe Scudda) (Out of town trips) Beef with out of town clicks (So far from home) On some out of town sh** (However the chips fall) Ain't no stoppin' (Bar room brawl) We can get it poppin' (2x) [Joe Scudda] I'm OT? when not a soul know my face At the bar cause I ain't afraid to show my face But I gotta move lightly Cuz these people don't know me And probably Don't like me (what I'm gonna do) I'mma just chill, and grab me a seat Grab me a drink, maybe try to grab me a freak Then this chick with a blue cap approached me and started talking But I seen her man in the Cut', started honking It's a set up, f** it we can get it popping But I'm dough-low, and they know cause they been watching Aw f**, they want to see Scuda stuck Oh sh**! I think I see my man Buck [Buckshot] Scudz, I think we picked the wrong night (You right) They lookin for a bar fight when everything was alright Wait, hold up, who's that In that blue cap Shorty too stacked, son pursue that [Hook] [L.E.G.A.C.Y] Then I fell back, acting like I wasn't wit 'em But as soon as the sh** pop, I be the first ta hit him They ain't crazy, I dare n***as Wayne Brady square n***as Whatever's clever Gave Buck the look, whatever [Buckshot] Whatever, that's what I'm talkin' about This n***as violate, we tossing 'em out I done had about, ten shots Two blunts to the head, go ahead, do whatever you want See when I'm high like this stay out my way Especially when I'm wit these n***as, we don't play And, if you think it's a joke set it, let it go f** a rum and a coke, that's gun smoke in your throat [Joe Scudda] No matter the weather, yo that's whatever But then I seen the kid reach for the tote he had tucked inside his leather Pulled out, started waving it He knew he take an L wit the hand, the b**h started blazin' it k**in' the clouds, but nobody spit He did all that motherf**ing shootin', and ain't nobody hit [Hook]