my head Voices winning me instead Triggers pointed at my head Step out of the car Step out of the car Step out of the car Step out of the car
Step out of the car, intercity action It's already warm, it's already warm Charges bring a swarm, to rumours of corruption It's already warm, it's already
: Step out of the car, intercity action It's already warm, it's already warm Charges bring a swarm, to rumours of corruption It's already warm, it's
we gon' be here awhile In the bathroom, flat irons and nail files Spending hours in salons on your hairstyles In the mall steady racking up the air miles Hit the gym, step
hurry, hurry, hurry Now quick, quick, quick Just step on the gas 'cause I don't wanna miss this See what you're bringin' me boy is priceless I gotta be out
me decked out from my head to my toe Whoa is me Im so whoa Everywhere I go Im a one man show I feel like a Hollywood star Hand full of pills, all black car
wanna get out of the car, in the middle of the road And her screaming and hollerin', is getting mighty old She check every paper, oh when you step out
fillings come flying up out of our mouths Now rewind it! Payback muthafucka for the way that you got at me hows it taste? When I slap the taste out your
GO! Go! What be goin on over here? Coming through top speed you better stand clear OO! you better beware or step somewhere We 'bout to blast outta here
How ya gonna diss your boy To get some play? And when I stepped to him about it He said, who snitched? Yo, how did he go out? He went out like a bitch
shoulder blade I busted through the car door that's where the nigga laid Hen jumped out dropped two nines in his forehead Evil was bleedin' bad, the car
O.G. O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster Two weeks ago I was out at the disco Two brothers stepped
's iced out Pimp baby, you can see my wrists with the lights out This is how I do it, mad bitches and clothes Godfather baby, only play to my rogues Step
up, make sure it's air tight E.Q. the track exact so shit sounds right I rhyme of death and darkness and danger Your crib or car becomes a torture chamber
, mad thoughts ran through my mind Yo, what would I say, yo, how would I chill? My mind drew a blank, the whole scene was ill She stepped in the light
her load And when you might Think you're gonna cry It will be all right Step out tonight You might Think you're gonna cry It will be all right Step out