Tonalité : G minor
Intro 1
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[Verse
Verse 1
1: Ryu]
Yo... takin' the game back,
point blank, aim gats
We both dope from the same
cocaine sack
Laugh with no pain, never go glitzy
Pop thug, my necklace dangle
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Em
my M- 60 (Uh!)
Outta control now, half of the globe
Raps and wreaks of
wackness, cover your nose
So take your weeks of practice
Back, you freakin' flow in a geeky accent,
"Callin' all freaks!"
That's what you get, get got it? Good
Yo Cheap, we got a smash hit,
knock on wood
That's it, put your hands up
(Uh!) They can't stand us
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Dig a big pit the size of the Grand Canyon
Em
Push 'em over the cliff,
you nutty as squirrel shit
Thinkin' you're so sick,
but I carry the cure, bitch
Lots of sleep, plenty of pills and blow
Now who want it with the S.O.B.?
Let's go!
Verse 2
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[Chorus: Ryu]
Stand up! C'mon,
and if ya like it say ("Uhhh...")
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Ya like it, say ("Well...")
Em
Ya love it, say ("Yeahhh")
So get up! And if it's hype,
say ("Uh!")
Ryu and Tak,
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what's up now? We outta control!
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Verse 3
Em
s up! C'mon,
and if ya like it, say ("Ha!")
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Ya like it, say ("Whoa")
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Ya love it, say ("Awwwesome!")
So get up! And if it's hype,
say ("Oh my God!")
Ryu and Tak,
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what's up now? We outta control!
Em
[Verse 2: Tak]
Verse 4
Yo... wakin' up early,
goin' to work is a joke
So deep, with no sleep,
it hurts when you're dope
So I, picked up a pen and squirt
a couple of quotes
While I dream and hurdle
over your hoax
Blowin' steam like, it's all murder,
incite the right words to
Fight, I might serve ya mic,
and vice- versa
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Spillin' my ink on a piece of paper
Slowly I sink, I think I'm a freak of nature
So I, step it up now, outta control,
about to explode
I'm in the house, countin' my dough
Bounce and I roll, pick up a half ounce of the 'dro,
psyche
You don't even smoke punk,
Am
you're stuck in the strobelight
Em
Back to the beginning,
with scar tissue and celibate thoughts
I'm in the dark with
artificial intelligence
Never before seen,
it's the untold legacy
Rippin' it, tearin' the mics up,
stash the weaponry
Verse 5
Em
[Chorus]
Stand up! C'mon,
and if ya like it say ("Ahhh")
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Ya like it, say ("Uh!")
Em
Ya love it, say ("Yeahhh")
So get up! And if it's hype,
say ("Well...")
Ryu and Tak,
F
what's up now? We outta control!
Am
Hand
Verse 6
Em
s up! C'mon,
and if ya like it, say ("Yeahhh")
F
Ya like it, say ("Ahhh")
Em
Ya love it, say ("Ummm")
So get up! And if it's hype,
say ("Oh!")
F
Ryu and Tak, what's up now?
Em
We outta control!
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Em
Verse 7
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[Verse 3: Ryu]
Yo... I still fade 'em, rep L.A.
West up 'till death,
but I'm a New York native
818 rock outta control,
we so fresh, you know
No one except us,
runs the west coast
You're best to,
mind your biz and stay useless
I'ma take a swing at your brain
and Babe Ruth it
Ruthless gangsta, definition of sick
Is Ryu and Tak together,
we the weapon and clip
Verse 8
Em
[Verse 4: Tak]
Yo... pop it and cork it, a wild horse
I like the way it flows,
mix a little with Style Warz
Cabernet and Merlot, I'm sayin' it's got
me, swingin' fo' sho
Speakin'...language in prose so my
name'll get known
It's like... makin' a record,
you gotta chase it or catch it
I keep spittin' this image with
no escapin' the method
While I'm sittin' on the wall
in between two women
And I can't even decide,
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I'm in the pool swimmin' like...
Verse 9
[Chorus]
Stand up! C'mon,
and if ya like it say ("Yeah")
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Ya like it, say ("Umm...")
Em
Ya love it, say ("Eeep")
So get up! And if it's hype,
say ("Uh!")
Ryu and Tak,
F
what's up now? We outta control!
Am
Hand
Verse 10
Em
s up! C'mon,
and if ya like it, say ("Oooh")
F
Ya like it, say ("Okay then")
Ya love it, say ("Umm...")
Em
So get up! And if it's hype,
say ("Ahhh!")
Ryu and Tak,
F
what's up now? We outta control!
Am
[Outro: Ryu]
Verse 11
Em
Yo... Cheapshot's always outta control, uh!
Vin Skully, gettin' outta control
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You know my man double- O gettin' outta control,
uh!
Lexicon, always outta control,
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yeah!
4- Zone's always outta control
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An d ya know Trev Dog gettin' outta control,
uh!
Sandman, gettin' outta control
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Ya know Spytech Records always outta control,
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And that's it... 2003, S.O.B... uh!
Verse 12
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"That...
was...
awwwesome! Hahahaha... that sucks."
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