Mark Batson - Outta Control (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Havoc] It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B We can't be touched n***a, can't you see (G-Unit) [50 Cent] You do you man cause me I'm 'gon do my thing, you know I do my thing I'mma get my drink on and party like it's ok [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Trust me man it's ok, bounce with me in slow mo When they hear the kid in the house they're like, "Oh no" 50 got 'em locin again, they open again Got 'em sipping on that juice and gin You could find me in the background burning that Backwood Styling and stunting, doing my two step fronting Now I'mma tell you what Em told me, homey Just lose the parental discretion's advised, this is grown folk music Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down It's always off the chain man when I'm around I play the block bumping, it was all for the dough I get the club jumping, cause I'm sick with flow You know it's sold out, like wherever I go I jam packed the show man that's for sure I got the info you already know Man I get it popping in the club, everybody show me love, let's go [Hook: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playing turn the music up a little bit Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playing turn the music up a little bit Bounce with me now homey let's get into it [Verse 2: Havoc] You wanna search me then search me but hurry up cause I'm thirsty I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twisting In the club today for the chick to go both Ways, let me see that ID just for proof With the drink til the burn is gone Hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft p**n Before it pop, make em sign a disclaimer Try to get me on some pop sh** these tricks will frame ya But, in any event, keep f**ing with 50 it makes sense Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holler But you lookin at a n***a that done came from the squalor Now my buddy so gone I can pop your collar Now follow same nothing let me see you swallow In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starving So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go [Hook] [Verse 3: Prodigy] You already know how it go, I bang, I shine I play, I stay I'm going for mine I'm young, I'm black, I'm rich and yes I'm ghetto than the motherf**ing project steps I'm cool, I'm calm you looking real stressed I'm strapped I'm armed kid, hold your head I'm known for Gat popping, when I got problems I don't run, I just gun you all up But we ain't come here to start no drama We just looking for our future baby mamas With money with face with style and body I cook I clean I swear that mami Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody I go down low, I'm lying I'm trying my best to let you know Sugar pop get at P The Doc beat make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets [Hook]