Текст песни Outta Control - Styles of Beyond

Verse 1 (Ryu)

Yo, takin the game back
Point blank, aim gats
We both dope, from the same cocaine sack
Laugh with no pain, we never go glitzy
Pop-thug, my necklace dangle my M60
Outta control now, half of the globe
Rappers reek of wackness cover your nose
So take your weeks of practice back and
Freak your flow and that 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
Dig a big pit the size of the Grand Canyon
Push 'em over the cliff you nutty as squirrel shit
Thinkin′ your so sick, but I carry a cure, bitch
Lots of sleep, plenty of pills and flow
Now who want it with the S.O.B., Let′s go

Chorus

Stand up(Come on) And if you like it say(Uh!)
You like it say(Well!)
You love it say(Yeeah!)
So get up, and if it's hype say(Oh)
Ryu and Tak what′s up, now we outta control
Hands up(Come On) And if you like it say(Hah)
You like it say(Whoa!)
You love it say(Awesome!)
So, get up, and if it's hype say(Oh my God!)
Ryu and Tak what′s up, now we outta control

Verse 2 (Tak)
Yo, wakin' up early goin′ to work is a joke
So deep with no sleep, it hurts when you don't
So I picked up a pen and scored a couple of quotes
While I dream, and heard 'em over your host no esteem, like
It′s all murder, recite the right words
The fight, I might serve, your mic and vice-versa.
Spillin′ my ink on a piece of paper
Slowly I sink 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′
Sike, you don't even smoke punk
Your stuck in the strobe light
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

Chorus

Stand up(Come on) And if you like it say(Uh!)
You like it say(Mmmm!)
You love it say(Yeeah!)
So get up, and if it′s hype say(Well)
Ryu and Tak what's up, now we outta control
Hands up(Come On) And if you like it say(Yeeah!)
You like it say(Oh!)
You love it say(Aaah)
So, get up, and if it′s hype say(Oh!)
Ryu and Tak what's up, now we outta control

Verse 3 (Ryu)

Yo, I still fade ′em rep L.A.
West up till death but I'm a New York native
818 rock out of control, we so fresh you know
No one accept us runs the West Coast
You′re best to mind your biz and stay useless
I'mma take a swing at your brain and Babe Ruth it
Ruthless gangster, definition of sick
It's Ryu and Tak together we′re the weapon and clip

Verse 4 (Tak)

Yo, poppin the cork of Wild Horse
I like the way that it flows
Mix a little with Style Wars Cabernega Merlot
I′m sayin' it′s got me, swingin fo' sho
Speakin′, language and prose so my name'll get known
It′s like, makin' a record, you gotta chase it to 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, I'm in the pool swimming, like

Chorus

Stand up(Come on) And if you like it say(Yeah!)
You like it say(Ah!)
You love it say(Oo!)
So get up, and if it′s hype say(Mmm)
Ryu and Tak what's up, now we outta control
Hands up(Come On) And if you like it say(Ooh!)
You like it say(OK then!)
You love it say(Aaah)
So, get up, and if it′s hype say(Aaah!)
Ryu and Tak what's up, now we outta control

Outro (Ryu)

Yo, Cheapshot's always outta control, uh
Vin Skully gettin′ outta control
You know my man Double-0 gettin′ outta control
Lexicon always outta control, yeah
4-Zone's always outta control
And you know Trev Dog gettin′ outta control
Uh, Sandman gettin' outta control
You know Spytech Records always outta control, uh
And that′s it. 2003. SOB.
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