K-Lou - Out My Body lyrics

[Verse 1] [E-40] Tennessee Toddy, I went out my body Had a little too much to drink Almighty God can you show me some leeway I'm seein' twos on the muthaf**in fr, a freeway [B-Legit] I'm coming out the gate crooked and I'm finna lose it Got the tech and my deck and some mobb music Hit the strip tryna catch me a twenty-deuce Drinking Bombay mixin' it with orange juice [E-40] Twas the night before my rad had to turn himself in Vallejo's Most Wanted violation and he's looking at ten So we gon' live it up and act bad, boss And party 'til the muthaf**in wheels fall off [B-Legit] Hope those wheels ain't made of stone Five in the mornin' and I still ain't home Man, I'm tore like never before On the couch a**ed out with my eyes on low [E-40] Tonight we gon' smoke... Burrito-size Taylors, Cerwin Vega's Like to drink beer with mashed potatoes [B-Legit] Steak and chicken, eggs and grits Clicked out sh** makes platinum hits [Chorus: E-40] I don't really know why n***as game be gone way out My body, way out, my body I don't really care if the popo stop and stare I'm way out, my body, way out, my body [Verse 2] [E-40] Ay, B I heard the yock went quack, zob schilacked Multi-orgasms and the b**h collapsed [B-Legit] From the back I bash all night I last When I grab that a** long dick and dash [E-40] A ruh uh, ran up on her, from Tacoma Man, that bootch had miles on her [B-Legit] f**in wit a pimp b**h you ain't heard You can start me in the mornin' with a bottle of 'bird Lick on the hip and watch the dickhead rise Up under your legs, in between your thighs [E-40] Long range pimpin, LRPs No high jeans, no ticks and fleas [B-Legit] Wake me in the morning 'cause at night I snores Alcohol comin' all out my pores Four-door drivin' and I'm fast asleep b**h next to me in the pa**enger seat [Chorus] [Verse 3] [E-40] Certified top hat, one of the truest Timin' like my n***as up in East St. Louis [B-Legit] Jack be Daniels, Jack be swift My n***as in the H-Town smoke the spliffs [E-40] Juice and vodka, the tower of power A plate of hot wings and some whiskey sour [B-Legit] I don't stop perkin', keeps it goin' A full house in my dank room blowin' [E-40] n***a disrespect, don't let it slide Go get your entourage, fool, time to ride [B-Legit] I spots red lights and I'm loose and lit Open bottle and a gat in my glove compartment [E-40] Alcohol, tobacco, and firearms But this time, mayne, it's a false alarm I really wish I took another route But I'm gone out my body way out [Chorus]