Styles Of Beyond - Hands up - grant mohrman outta control remix lyrics

[Verse 1: Ryu] Yo...takin' the game back, point blank, aim gats We both dope from the same c**aine sack Laugh with no pain, never go glitzy Pop thug, my necklace dangle 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 Dig a big pit the size of the Grand Canyon Push 'em over the cliff, you nutty as squirrel s*** Thinkin' you're so sick, but I carry the cure, b**** Lots of sleep, plenty of pills and blow Now who want it with the S.O.B.? Let's go! [Chorus: Ryu] Stand up! C'mon, and if ya like it say ("Uhhh...") Ya like it, say ("Well...") Ya love it, say ("Yeahhh") So get up! And if it's hype, say ("Uh!") Ryu and Tak, what's up now? We outta control! Hands up! C'mon, and if ya like it, say ("Ha!") Ya like it, say ("Whoa") 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'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 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, you're stuck in the strobelight 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! C'mon, and if ya like it say ("Ahhh") Ya like it, say ("Uh!") Ya love it, say ("Yeahhh") So get up! And if it's hype, say ("Well...") Ryu and Tak, what's up now? We outta control! Hands up! C'mon, and if ya like it, say ("Yeahhh") Ya like it, say ("Ahhh") Ya love it, say ("Ummm") 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 d**h, 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 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, I'm in the pool swimmin' like... [Chorus] Stand up! C'mon, and if ya like it say ("Yeah") Ya like it, say ("Umm...") Ya love it, say ("Eeep") So get up! And if it's hype, say ("Uh!") Ryu and Tak, what's up now? We outta control! Hands up! C'mon, and if ya like it, say ("Oooh") Ya like it, say ("Okay then") Ya love it, say ("Umm...") So get up! And if it's hype, say ("Ahhh!") 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-O gettin' outta control, uh! Lexicon, always outta control, yeah! 4-Zone's always outta control And ya know Trev Dog gettin' outta control, uh! Sandman, gettin' outta control Ya know Spytech Records always outta control, uh! And that's it...2003, S.O.B....uh!