Текст песни Go Out On the Town - Young Jeezy , Killer Mike
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
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