WESTSIDE CONNECTION

WESTSIDE CONNECTION - Lights Out lyrics

(feat. Knoc-Turn'al)

[Intro: Knoc-Turn'al]

Now that's cool

You know

I chill wit ch'all though a little bit

Fuck the ???

I ain't give a fuck about that nigga

And he came hittin my weed

He came drinkin my Hen'

Matter fact if I see him in traffic, even know y'all fuck with him

It's on

[Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al]

All lights are on

This is for the G in me, let's go (let's go)

Get your party on, with me (get it crackin in this motherfucker)

Lights out

I'll give you everything you need, and more

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]

On the mic I been a deamon since seamen

How you screamin': Oh mama, here come that young O'Sama

With that Al-Quaida drama

Fuck no

It's the Dalai Lama, wit that West World Order

Now MC's Bow Down and treat me like Yoda

When they catch me in the corner after club

Like "nigga whuut", they t'ow up the dub

So you can tell Samuel L. I'ma keep ac'in

You can even tell that motherfucker Jassie Jackson

Pay your child suport, keep your payments up

Put a rubber on and don't fuck wit us

[Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al]

All lights are on

This is for the G in me, let's go

Get your party on, with me

Lights out

I'll give you everything you need, and more

[Verse 2: Mack 10]

Mack pull up in the rag, Cevy layed the ass

And crumble green on a Zig-Zag and lacein' with hash

I keep a 9mm cocked and ready to blast

So when the phone jump off a nigga ready to smash

I drink my 'gnac out the bottle

I don't fuck wit a glass

And I ain't sip trippin dog, that's a thing of the past

And I stand good shape so my stamina last

And put hands on a motherfucker bout my cash

I was a stick up kid, I snatch your chain and dash

And if the punk chop on it, nigga I bound it fast

Or I'm creepin through your window breakin out your glass

Then I rob the whole party lookin through a ski-mask, c'mon

[Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al]

All lights are on

This is for the G in me, let's go

Get your party on, with me

Lights out

I'll give you everything you need, and more

[Verse 3: W.C.]

From the land of the Lakers, bird brakers, Impala pedles

While we chop dollars wit those in ?Superos?

It's the check a hoe, when the cutlass checkin doe

So so ghetto Dub S rep the (ball/boat)

Ball griddy but a crew a hog's wit me

And V.I.P. yo from mad dog 20/20

Dub C. chunkin up at 23rd ??? better go swiss-ziss singin like a ??

Lick 1, 2 to the nose my but was ???

Pick up ?? trick my foe's posein' like the heisman

I'm burnin money, tryna slice some ?? tummy (what)

Leave your panties gummy, have you walkin funny, trick

[Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al]

All lights are on

This is for the G in me, let's go

Get your party on, with me

Lights out

I'll give you everything you need, and more

[Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al]

All lights are on

This is for the G in me, let's go

Get your party on, with me

Lights out

I'll give you everything you need, and more

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh lights out

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh lights out

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh lights out

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