Lights Out Lyrics - Westside Connection

Now that's cool, you know 

I chill wit ch'all though a little bit 

Fuck the music 

I ain't give a fuck about that nigga 

And he came hittin my weed 

He came drinkin my Hen' 

Matter fact if I see him in traffic 

Even know y'all fuck with him 

It's on 

All lights are on 

This is for the G in me, let's go 

Would ya party on with me? Lights out 

I'll give you everythin' you need and more 

On the mike, I been a demon since seamen 

How you screamin' 

Oh mama, here come that young O'Sama 

With that Al-Qaeda drama, fuck no 

It's the Dalai Lama with that West World Order 

Now MC's bow down and treat me like Yoda 

When they catch me in the corner after club 

Like "nigga what?", They t'ow up the dub 

So you can tell Samuel L. I'ma keep ac'in 

You can even tell that motherfucker Jessie Jackson 

Pay your child support, keep your payments up 

Put a rubber on and don't fuck with us 

All lights are on 

This is for the G in me, let's go 

Would ya party all with me? Lights out 

I'll give you everything you need and more 

And dont fuck with us, come on Trick 

Mack shows up in the rag, Chevy laid her ass 

And crumble green on a zigzag and lacin with hash 

I keep a 9 millimeter cocked and ready to blast 

So when the phone jump off a nigga ready to smash 

I drink my 'gnac out the bottle, I don't fuck wit a glass 

And I ain't sip trippin dog, that's a thing of the past 

And I stay in good shape so my stamina last 

And put hands on a motherfucker bout my cash 

I was a stick up kid, I snatch your chain and dash 

And if the pawn shop wanted it I bound it fast 

Or I'm creepin' through your window breakin out your glass 

Then I rob the whole party lookin through a ski-mask, c'mon 

All lights are on 

This is for the G in me, let's go 

Would ya party all with me? Lights out 

I'll give you everythin' you need and more 

From the land of the Lakers, bird breakers, Impala Peddles 

While we chop dollars wit those the Supremo's 

It's the check a hoe when the cutlass checkin doe 

So, so ghetto dub lets rep the boat 

Ball Grady but a Cuba Hog's wit me 

And VIP yo for Mad Dog 20/20 

Dub C chunkin' up at 23th 

And better go still Swiss hangin' like a testicle 

Lick 1, 2 to the nose, my butt was swaz, huh 

Take my picture, trick my foe's posin' like the heinsman 

I'm burnin' money, tryna slice some in you tummy, what? 

Leave your panties gummy, have you walkin' funny, trick 

All lights are on 

This is for the G in me, let's go, motherfuckers 

Would ya party all with me? Lights out 

I'll give you everythin' you need and more, yeah 

Ooh, lights out