Sav Out

Lyrics
[Verse 1: Turf Talk] This is for my niggas, my hustles, and criminals Snort it thru yo' nose or you'll pop a pill down ya' throat Runnin' thru they pockets, carjackers and kick doors Runnin' up on niggas wit' pistols after the show What about my niggas mackin' and pimpin', they seein' trims? They done fucked up a fiend hustle, they took our white food stamps Oh shit, here come them boys, they got straps! You could tell by they Nike gloves, heathers and beanie caps You could tell by they whistlin' pipes and Rally stripes Garglin' up the block like them Harley bikes Take your shoes off in this bitch, 'terior saucy Gucci (Uh-uh), Fendi (Uh-uh), Louis Vuitton upholstery (Yеah) First things first; gotta stash the Prada (Stash the Prada) Block-wrapped Ziplock bags and marijuana Sеcond things THIS; support my high Bust-a-Head.com, burners when I ride [Chorus: Turf Talk, E-40, Bailey & Ya Boy] Sav out! Straight meanies get hyphy! (Get hyphy!) Act a ass! Go bad with your homies! (With your homies!) We mooove the block! (We sav out! - We sav out!) We mooove the block! (We sav out! - We sav out!) Sav out! Straight meanies get hyphy! (Get hyphy! - Uh-huh) Act a ass! Go bad on the police! (On the police!) We mooove the block! (We sav out! - We sav out!) We mooove the block! (We sav out! - We sav out!) [Verse 2: Ya Boy] Ay Pop guns, D.T.P. like Luda' and them And you'll lose all ya' thoughts if I shoot at your brim I'd be damned if your boy be a one-hit wonder 'Cause everytime I touch the lab, I spit thunder (Yeah) I'm a savage, nigga, it's my duty You mad 'cause your pockets flat like white booty "Yo' boy a cutie", that's what the hoes say I listen to my Pops, so I fuck girls the old way You niggas lyin', y'all ain't really hoe-gazed My team is hittas, yo' squad is homemade And half these niggas hit the block in sole 'caine Got cottons, started singin' like the whole J's And sorry girls, I'm back to my old ways You mess with me, you gettin' tossed four ways Tape over yo' style, quit rockin' that old fade We sav out, Chevatti missin' for four days [Chorus: Turf Talk, E-40, Bailey & Ya Boy] Sav out! Straight meanies get hyphy! (Get hyphy!) Act a ass! Go bad with your homies! (With your homies!) We mooove the block! (We sav out! - We sav out!) We mooove the block! (We sav out! - We sav out!) Sav out! Straight meanies get hyphy! (Get hyphy! - Uh-huh) Act a ass! Go bad on the police! (On the police!) We mooove the block! (We sav out! - We sav out!) We mooove the block! (We sav out! - We sav out!) [Verse 3: Bailey] I got it! We still seein' niggas sav out (Out), feel mo' ragged out Throwback 'bout thirty years, past tense (Yeah) Y'all hatin' don't mean jack shit wit' my shaft stiff Your girl treat the tip like chapstick You could tell by how the hat fit Bailey is a dog that can get Halle Berry off that cat shit (Woo!) Stop the games, you bastards Constellation-bracket factors got it all backwards (Yaay) Now these hoes scared to deal with the rookie I'm a Frisco nigga, I take yo' goodies! (Ho!) Either hoodies or B-Ups wit' Pac on 'em Or jeans by Armin wit' semis and Glocks on 'em For game-goofy gals, I oughta get pops on 'em But I rather hop on 'em and send 'em wit' rocks on 'em Stop wishin' me hell, 'cause I got it mapped out, sav out [Chorus: Turf Talk, E-40, Bailey & Ya Boy] Sav out! Straight meanies get hyphy! (Get hyphy!) Act a ass! Go bad with your homies! (With your homies!) We mooove the block! (We sav out! - We sav out!) We mooove the block! (We sav out! - We sav out!) Sav out! Straight meanies get hyphy! (Get hyphy! - Uh-huh) Act a ass! Go bad on the police! (On the police!) We mooove the block! (We sav out! - We sav out!) We mooove the block! (We sav out! - We sav out!) [Verse 4: Turf Talk, Bailey & E-40] Shit feel good when you on the dancefloor And you do that Sav Out (Sav out!) Do that Sav Out (Sav out, uh!) Bob your head a little to the instrumental While you do that Sav Out (Sav out!) While you do that Sav Out (Sav out!) Get crunk, mean mug when you in the club Do that Sav Out (Sav out!) Wanna see you sav out (Sav out, uh!) All the women with work, they wanna twerk Lemme see you sav out (Sav out!) Lemme watch you sav out (Sav out!) Westside, lemme see you sav out (Sav out!) Eastside, lemme see you sav out (Sav out!) Northside, lemme see you sav out (Sav out!) Southside, lemme see you sav out (Sav out!) Uh, lemme see you sav out (Sav out!) Uh, lemme see you sav out (Sav out!) [Outro: E-40 & Bailey, E-40] Sav out! BITCH! Uh! Uh!
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Credits
- Writers
- Droop-E
- Bailey
- Ya Boy
- Turf Talk