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WESTSIDE CONNECTION lyrics : "Lights Out"

[Intro: Knoc-Turn'al]
Now that's cool
You know

I chill wit ch'all though a little bit
$#&@ the music
I ain't give a $#&@ about that ^!$$%

And he came hittin my weed
He came drinkin my Hen'
Matter fact if I see him in traffic, even know y'all $#&@ 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)
Would ya party on with me? (get it crackin in this mother$#&@er)

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
$#&@ 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 "^!$$% whuut", they t'ow up the dub

So you can tell Samuel L. I'ma keep ac'in
You can even tell that mother$#&@er Jassie Jackson
Pay your child suport, keep your payments up

Put a rubber on and don't $#&@ wit us

[Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al]

All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let's go
Would ya party all 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 $$#
And crumble green on a Zig-Zag and lacein' with hash

I keep a 9mm @@#!ed and ready to blast
So when the phone jump off a ^!$$% ready to smash
I drink my 'gnac out the bottle

I don't $#&@ wit a glass
And I ain't sip trippin dog, that's a thing of the past
And I stay in good shape so my stamina last

And put hands on a mother$#&@er bout my cash
I was a stick up kid, I snatch your chain and dash
And if the pawn shop wanted it 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

Would ya party all 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 Peddles

While we chop dollars wit those in Supremo's
It's the check a hoe, when the cutlass checkin doe
So so ghetto Dub let's rep the 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 23th
And better go still swiss hangin' like a !@*^


Lick 1, 2 to the nose, my butt was swaz, huh
Take my picture, trick my foe's posein' like the heisman
I'm burnin' money, tryna slice some in you tummy (what)

Leave your panties gummy, have you walkin funny, trick

[Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al X2]
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let's go

Would ya party all with me?
Lights out
I'll give you everything you need, and more

[Female Sings]

Ooooo...Lights Out
Ooooo...Lights Out
Ooooo...Lights Out

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