Buckshot, L.E.G.A.C.Y., Joe Scudda - Out of Town lyrics
[Buckshot, L.E.G.A.C.Y., Joe Scudda - Out of Town lyrics]
I pop bottles, taking shots
Gettin' at the top model
Smokey as fuck, need something to hold me up
I'm leanin' on this chick like Joe Clark
I'm stuck
Wait, hold on baby, there go my nigga Buck
Aiyo, what up
I'm in the back sippin' this cup
Next ta son who said he should stir this up
Ah fuck plus we out of town, it's going down
This Hennessey got them niggas yellin please
Make a sound
LEGACY left the pound, back at the spot
And I can tell these niggas want beef now
So son what's poppin'
Let me introduce this chick, " Aiyo
What your name is?"
I'm tryin' ta rock this chick
Doesn't matter what her name is
These perfect strangers straight
Grilling like Hibachi's
All eyes on me, actin' like they wanna pop me
These perfect strangers straight
Grilling like Hibachi's
All eyes on me, actin' like they wanna Pac me
Out of town trips Beef with
Out of town clicks
So far from home On some out of town shit
However the chips fall Ain't no stoppin'
Bar room brawl We can get it poppin'
I'm OT? when not a soul know my face
At the bar cause I ain't
Afraid to show my face
But, I gotta move lightly
Cuz these people don't know me
And probably Don't like me what I'm gonna do
I'mma just chill, and grab me a seat
Grab me a drink, maybe try to grab me a freak
Then this chick with a blue cap
Approached me and started talking
But, I seen her man in the Cut'
Started honking
It's a set up, fuck it we can get it popping
But, I'm dough-low
And they know cause they been watching
Aw fuck, they want to see Scuda stuck
Oh Shit! I think I see my man Buck
Scudz, I think we picked the
Wrong night You right
They lookin for a bar fight
When everything was alright
Wait, hold up, who's that in that blue cap
Shorty too stacked, son pursue that
Then I fell back
Acting like I wasn't wit 'em
But as soon as the shit pop
I be the first ta hit him
They ain't crazy, I dare niggas
Wayne Brady square niggas whatever's clever
Gave Buck the look, whatever
Whatever, that's what I'm talkin' about
This niggas violate, we tossing 'em out
I done had about, ten shots
Two blunts to the head, go ahead
Do whatever you want
See when I'm high like this stay out my way
Especially when I'm wit these niggas
We don't play
And, if you think it's a joke set it
Let it go a rum and a coke
That's gun smoke in your throat
No matter the weather, yo that's whatever
But then I seen the kid reach for the
Tote he had tucked inside his leather
Pulled out, started waving it
He knew he take an L wit the hand
The bitch started blazin' it
Killin' the clouds, but nobody spit
He did all that motherfucking shootin'
And ain't nobody hit
Gettin' at the top model
Smokey as fuck, need something to hold me up
I'm leanin' on this chick like Joe Clark
I'm stuck
Wait, hold on baby, there go my nigga Buck
Aiyo, what up
I'm in the back sippin' this cup
Next ta son who said he should stir this up
Ah fuck plus we out of town, it's going down
This Hennessey got them niggas yellin please
Make a sound
LEGACY left the pound, back at the spot
And I can tell these niggas want beef now
So son what's poppin'
Let me introduce this chick, " Aiyo
What your name is?"
I'm tryin' ta rock this chick
Doesn't matter what her name is
These perfect strangers straight
Grilling like Hibachi's
All eyes on me, actin' like they wanna pop me
These perfect strangers straight
Grilling like Hibachi's
All eyes on me, actin' like they wanna Pac me
Out of town trips Beef with
Out of town clicks
So far from home On some out of town shit
However the chips fall Ain't no stoppin'
Bar room brawl We can get it poppin'
I'm OT? when not a soul know my face
At the bar cause I ain't
Afraid to show my face
But, I gotta move lightly
Cuz these people don't know me
And probably Don't like me what I'm gonna do
I'mma just chill, and grab me a seat
Grab me a drink, maybe try to grab me a freak
Then this chick with a blue cap
Approached me and started talking
But, I seen her man in the Cut'
Started honking
It's a set up, fuck it we can get it popping
But, I'm dough-low
And they know cause they been watching
Aw fuck, they want to see Scuda stuck
Oh Shit! I think I see my man Buck
Scudz, I think we picked the
Wrong night You right
They lookin for a bar fight
When everything was alright
Wait, hold up, who's that in that blue cap
Shorty too stacked, son pursue that
Then I fell back
Acting like I wasn't wit 'em
But as soon as the shit pop
I be the first ta hit him
They ain't crazy, I dare niggas
Wayne Brady square niggas whatever's clever
Gave Buck the look, whatever
Whatever, that's what I'm talkin' about
This niggas violate, we tossing 'em out
I done had about, ten shots
Two blunts to the head, go ahead
Do whatever you want
See when I'm high like this stay out my way
Especially when I'm wit these niggas
We don't play
And, if you think it's a joke set it
Let it go a rum and a coke
That's gun smoke in your throat
No matter the weather, yo that's whatever
But then I seen the kid reach for the
Tote he had tucked inside his leather
Pulled out, started waving it
He knew he take an L wit the hand
The bitch started blazin' it
Killin' the clouds, but nobody spit
He did all that motherfucking shootin'
And ain't nobody hit