Lights Out (Chris Vrenna Mix)

Lights Out



It goes one for the money homie, two for the show.
We tore the roof off this mother now its time to blow.
Like we dont need no water, dont bother, we let it burn.
We keep the fire just a little bit hotter, that way youll learn.
Respect I earned, started with the clique that i hanged.
Respect I earned , ever since i got in this game.
Respect I earned, never wanting fortune or fame.
Id rather have these south Diego streets knowin my name.
Chiggy-check, microphone check.
Chiggy -check, microphone check.
Its Lights Out, Game Over.
If you wanna you can check my stats.
Its Lights Out, Game Over.
Make way cause the kings is back.

We bang boogy through your system, subliminal.
We lyrical murderin like we criminals.
Its life or death, medical decision.
We so **** out the lab that you need a prescription.
The hood is listenin, so for you that i wrote this.
Keep it underground, stickin to the streets like the homeless.
With the ********, recognize the real P.O.D.
Cause we triple O, oh triple, triple OG.
Chiggy-check, microphone check.
Chiggy-check, microphone check.
Its Lights Out, Game Over.
If you wanna you can check my stats.
Its Lights Out, Game Over.
Make way cause the kings is back.
Lights Out, Game Over.
If you really think you got it like that .
Its Lights Out, Game Over.
Word on the streets is the boys is back.

Lights Out, Game Over.
Make way cause the kings is back.
Its Lights Out, Game Over.
If you really think you got it like that.
Lights Out, Game Over.
Make way cause the kings is back.
Its Lights Out, Game Over.
Worldwide homie pay respect.
Lights Out, microphone check.

Its Lights Out, microphone check.

Make way cause the kings is back.
Lights Out.