Outta Control (Remix) 50 Cent, Mobb Deep

It's the infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B We can't be touched nigga, 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'ma get my drink on and party like it's okay Trust me man, it's okay, bounce with me in slow mo' When they hear the kid in the house they like oh no 50 got 'em lockin' 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'ma tell you what 'em told me, homie Just lose the Parental Discretion 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 bumpin', it was all for the dough I get the club jumpin', '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 today for the chick they go both ways Let me see that ID just for proof With the drink till the burn is gone Hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn Before it pop, make me sign a disclaimer Try to get me on some pop shit, these chicks will frame ya But, in any event, keep fuckin' with 50 it make sense Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla But you lookin' at a nigga that done came from the squalla Now my buddy so domed I could pop ya collar Now follow, say nothin', 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, 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 miles 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 mama's 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