Outta Control (Remix) [feat. Mobb Deep]

It's the Infamous Mobb

M-O-B-B (Ha Ha!)

We can't be touched

**** can't you see (G-Unit!)

You do you man

'Cause me? I'm 'gon do my thang (You know I do my thang)

I'm a get my drink on

And party like it's ok

Trust me man it's ok

Bounce with me in slow mo'

When they hear the kid in the house

They like oh no

50 got 'em locin' again

They open again

Got 'em sippin on that juice and gin

You could find me in the background

Burnin' that Backwood

Stylin'and stuntin'

Doin' my two step, frontin'

Now I'm a tell you

What Em told me homie

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 fo' sho'

I got the info you already know

Man I get it poppin' in the club

Everybody show me love

Let's go!

You know, I got

What it takes to make the club go outta control

Quit playin'

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 playin'

Turn the music up a little bit

Bounce with me now

Homie let's get into it

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 twistin’

In club, two days, for the chick that go both

Ways, let me see that ID just for proof

With the drink till the burn is gone

Hit the dance floor

Like a scene from soft porn

Before it pop, make me sign a disclaimer

Try to get me on some pop shit

These tricks will frame ya

But, in any event, he fuckin’ with 50

It make “sense”

Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla

But you lookin’ at a ****

That done came from the squalla

Now my buddy so long

I could pop ya collar

Now follow, say nothin’

Let me see you swallow

In my crib, got the co-ed bathroom

No problem

In the club, feed ‘em liquor

Otherwise we starvin’

So much green gettin’ twisted

Like Botanical Garden

Let's go!

You know, I got

What it takes to make the club go outta control

Quit playin'

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 playin'

Turn the music up a little bit

Bounce with me now

Homie let's get into it

You already know how it go

I bang, I shine

I play, I stay

I'm goin’ for mine

I'm young, I'm black

I'm rich and yes!

I'm ghetto than the motherfuckin’

Project steps

I'm cool, I'm calm

You lookin’ real stressed

I'm strapped, I'm armed

Kid hold your head

I'm known for gat poppin’

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 lookin’ 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 lyin’

I'm tryin’ my best to let you know

Sugar pop get at P

The Doc’ beat make it easy

To get 'em in the bed sheets!

You know, I got

What it takes to make the club go outta control

Quit playin'

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 playin'

Turn the music up a little bit

Bounce with me now

Homie let's get into it