Outta Control - Remix / Instrumental

It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B (ha, ha)

We can't be touched nigga, can't you see (G-Unit)

You do you, man, cause me, I'm 'gon do my thing, you know I do my thing

I'ma get my drink on and party like it's okay

Trust me man it's okay, bounce with me in slo-mo

When they hear the kid in the house, they're like, "Oh no"

50 got 'em locin' again, they open again

Got 'em sipping on that juice and gin

You could find me in the background burning that Backwood

Styling and stunting, doing my two-step fronting

Now I'ma tell you what Em told me, homie

Just lose the parental discretion's advised, this is grown folk music

Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down

It's always off the chain man when I'm around

I play the block bumping, it was all for the dough

I get the club jumping, 'cause I'm sick with flow

You know it's sold out, like wherever I go

I jam packed the show, man, that's fo' sho

I got the info you already know

Man, I get it popping in the club, everybody show me love, let's go

You know I got what it takes to make the club go outta control

Quit playing, turn the music up a little bit

Bounce with me now, shorty, let's get into it

You know I got what it takes to make the club go outta control

Quit playing, turn the music up a little bit

Bounce with me now, homie, let's get into it

You wanna search me, then search me, but hurry up, 'cause I'm thirsty

I need that grind in my system P, on my side twisting

In the club today for the chick to go both

Ways, let me see that ID just for proof

With the drink 'til the burn is gone

Hit the dance floor like a scene from soft porn

Before it pop, make 'em sign a disclaimer

Try to get me on some Pac shit, these tricks'll frame ya (word)

But in any event, keep fuckin' with 50 it makes sense

Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla

But you looking at a nigga that done came from the squalor

Now my buddy so gone, I can pop your collar

Now if I don't say nothing, let me see you swallow

In my crib, got the co-ed back the new problem

In the club, feed them liquor, otherwise we starve 'em

So much green getting twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go

You know I got what it takes to make the club go outta control

Quit playing, turn the music up a little bit

Bounce with me now, shorty, let's get into it

You know I got what it takes to make the club go outta control

Quit playing, turn the music up a little bit

Bounce with me now, homie, let's get into it

You already know how it go, I bang, I shine

I play, I stay, I'm going for mine

I'm young, I'm black, I'm rich and yes

I'm ghetto than the motherfucking project steps

I'm cool, I'm calm, you looking real stressed

I'm strapped, I'm armed, kid, hold your head

I'm known for gat popping, when I got problems

I don't run, I just gun you all up

But we ain't come here to start no drama

We just looking for our future baby mamas

With money, with face, with style and body

I cook, I clean, I swear that mami

Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody

I go down low, I'm lying, I'm trying my best to let you know

Sugar pop, get at P

The Doc beat make it easy to get 'em in the bedsheets

You know I got what it takes to make the club go outta control

Quit playing, turn the music up a little bit

Bounce with me now, shorty, let's get into it

You, know I got what it takes to make the club go outta control

Quit playing, turn the music up a little bit

Bounce with me now, homie, let's get into it