Lights Out

Lyrics

[Intro: Knoc-Turn'al] Now that's cool You know I'll chill wit ch'all though, but Fuck Damizza 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 though y'all fuck with him It's on [Hook: Knoc-Turn'al] All lights are on This is for the G in me, let's go (let's go) Get yo 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 demon since semen Have you screamin': Oh mama, here come that young Osama With that Al-Quaida drama Fuck no, it's the Dalai Lama With that West World Order Now MC's Bow Down and treat me like Yoda When they catch me in the corner at the club Like "nigga what", they throw up the dub So you can tell Samuel L. I'mma keep ac'in You can even tell that motherfucker Jesse Jackson Pay your child support, keep your payments up Put a rubber on and don't fuck with us [Hook] [Verse 2: Mack 10] Mack pull up in the rag, Chevy layed the ass And crumble green on a Zig-Zag and lace it 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 yac out the bottle I don't fuck with a glass And I ain't set tripping dog, that's a thing of the past And I stay in 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 pawn shop wanted it, I downed it fast Or I'm creeping through your window breaking out your glass Then I rob the whole party looking through a ski-mask, c'mon [Hook] [Verse 3: W.C.] From the land of the Lakers, bird breakers, Impala pedals While we chop dollars with those in sombreros It's the check a ho, when the cutlass checkin doe So so ghetto Dub S rep the (ball/boat) Ball gritty but a group of hogs with me And V.I.P. yo from mad dog 20/20 Dub C. chucking up the 23rd alphabetical Steel swiss hanging like a testicle Lick 1, 2 to the nose my bump was wiser Take a picture trick my foe's posing like the Heisman I'm burnin money, trying to slide some in your tummy Keep your panties gummy, have you walkin' funny, trick [Hook x 2]