The R.O.C. - Wild Out lyrics

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The R.O.C. - Wild Out lyrics

[Intro] I'm drunk, high Lookin' for a b**h Just wanna dance [Verse 1: Jamie Madrox] Bend the curb, spark that herb Gettin' this drunk is so unheard of Got a little piece in my system so I can mellow out Order another round, go ahead and help a brother out Can't see straight, call me intoxicated Self remedy to deal with the two-faces Even drunk I'm ahead of the sober ones Come ready to stike the neck like a shogun I'm a legend even if I don't admit it And your song ain't a hit if my four way did it An hour song ain't a hit if you're askin' for a deal I will not have a hand in no sh** I don't feel Brush it off like the big dogs do As I man up, lean with my shoulder, and pound through So many bottles that I think I lost count Cause we up in the muthaf**a ready to wile out [Hook] Turn that sh** up Everybody get up Pour another drink, come on we gettin' lit up (Make ya go boom, let it do what it do) Split that sh** up Twist that sh** up 5-0 come in the club, they gettin' hit up (Make ya go boom, let it do what it do) [Verse 2: Monoxide] Keep it going, get us another round I got a feeling I'm gonna be here for a while We got the free style It don't matter if I listen or not Cause you're just wantin' me [?] ("Hey, yo, yo, yo, my sh** is hot!") f** you and the b**h you look at We already said everything that you're to write Jager bomb, everything moves slow Now it's out to the parking lot to smoke hydro Back in the club now to find my ho She's right there waitin' by the door, for sure All over nothin' but I'll get the whole club spinnin' In a circle like a pit Get your muthaf**in' head split There they go with them looks and mean mugs In house thugs like the game at the club But ain't gonna do nothin' but push comes to shove And all along they wanna show me some love [Hook] [Verse 3: R.O.C] My kicks is new, clothes so clean Walk up on the scene with a lean so speed Security grimmin' me, tryin' to stop my inner G n***as can't f** with me ("Who is you?") R.O.C Yeah they recognize, part like the sea was red Bust your head make way for the dead Club is packed, bodies like sardines swimmin' b**hes by the pound, f** that, I'm with it A couple shots of Patron, vodka with that redbull Pull every b**h in this muthaf**a, I plan to Gone till they make more, smellin' that weed smoke n***as ain't no joke, do it like us now I two step through these co*k blockin' n***as with ease Girls starin', all eyes on me While they lean and rock I replace that spot Got these hoes on lock, not a n***a can stop this [Hook]

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