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Go Out on the Town Feat Young Jeezy

Killer Mike
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This the shit that happen when we go out on the town This the shit that happen when we go out on the town Bottles get to popping and them bitches get to jocking And the kush bag that we smoking on be loud This the shit that happen when we go out on the town This the shit that happen when we go out on the town Bottles get to popping and them bitches get to jocking And the kush bag that we smoking on be loud Pull up to the club, you can hear the car running Tip the door man, so you know I got a gun in Promoter already paid my money I'mma make it rain on sugar and honey Bigga baby Bigga baby, ball like a dawg It's enough of me to go 'round for both of y'all Me and my clique, we the t-shirt gang 50 niggas deep, going "bang bang bang!" Black Tee, black tee, bottles in the air Niggas think J-Bo and Meech back here Niggas think Charles Black back on set Niggas think Tera White back on deck So respect my mind, respect my grind Walk right past don't respect, don't mind 20 young broads like a cheer leading squad All they wanna do is hang out with the stars All they wanna do is get high like the moon Take a nigga back to the hotel room Sex, drugs, rap, roll, yeah we on it L.A. tonight, Miami in the morning Know a nigga had to hit the King Of Diamonds Know a nigga had to do the same shit again Know my next show in the city of sin Tip back home and we at it again This the shit that happen when we go out on the town This the shit that happen when we go out on the town Bottles get to popping and them bitches get to jocking And the kush bag that we smoking on be loud This the shit that happen when we go out on the town This the shit that happen when we go out on the town Bottles get to popping and them bitches get to jocking And the kush bag that we smoking on be loud Let's go Thirty car deep me, need the whole valet From everything new to the old Chevrolet Half of them them bitches ain't got no tops Half of them bitches park brand new drops All them bitches got brand new wheels None of my niggas ain't got no deal None of my niggas ain't got no job All of my niggas got 2 or 3 cars What you mean nigga ain't got no cares? Like telling OG she ain't go no ass Don't look now nigga, Sugar on the stage Five stack for the song, nigga Sug' got a raise How you know a nig' got all that work? 'Cause he got three-four XL shirts Why a nigga name so hot in the city? 'Cause he got three-four spots in the city It's soft on the east, hard on the west Smoke on the south side y'all know the rest 32 O then it ain't no plan No income, no stone then it ain't no watch Is it in the front then it ain't no Coupe Didn't come from L.A. then it ain't no Snoop G.A. baby wanna smoke that brown Your name ain't Young then this ain't your town Nothing said pussy like 3 Rosay Locked that post screaming free Jose Nothing said chip like Frito Lay Keep playing that Young-Mike, go DJ Matter of fact dawg, free all my niggas Gotta cell phone 'bout to call my niggas Know what I did then you might be a legend Play it one more time then I might spend seven This the shit that happen when we go out on the town This the shit that happen when we go out on the town Bottles get to popping and them bitches get to jocking And the kush bag that we smoking on be loud This the shit that happen when we go out on the town This the shit that happen when we go out on the town Bottles get to popping and them bitches get to jocking And the kush bag that we smoking on be loud Loads of sugar with us, they smokin' like chimney Me muggin' like my enemy sick of me, no fear me Loads of sugar with us, they smokin' like chimney Me muggin' like my enemy sick of me, no fear me