It goes one for the money homie, two for the show
We tore the roof off this mother now it's time to blow
Like we don't need no water, don't bother, we let it burn
We keep the fire just a little bit hotter, that way you'll learnRespect 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
I'd rather have these south Diego streets knowing my nameChiggy-check, microphone check
Chiggy-check, microphone checkIt's lights out, game over
If you wanna you can check my stats
It's lights out, game over
Make way, 'cause the kings is backWe bang boogy through your system, subliminal
We lyrical murdering like we criminals
It's life or death, medical decision
We so dope out the lab that you need a prescriptionThe hood is listening, so for you that I wrote this
Keep it underground, sticking to the streets like the homeless
With the dopeness, recognize the real P.O.D.
'Cause we triple O, oh triple, triple OGChiggy-check, microphone check
Chiggy-check, microphone checkIt's lights out, game over
If you wanna you can check my stats
It's lights out, game over
Make way, 'cause the king is backLights out, game over
If you really think you got it like that
It's lights out, game over
Word on the streets is the boys is backLights out, game over
Make way, 'cause the kings is back
It's lights out, game over
If you really think you got it like thatLights out, game over
Word on the streets is the boys is back
It's lights out, game over
Worldwide homie pay respectLights out, microphone check
It's lights out, microphone check
Make way, 'cause the kings is back
Lights out
Songwriters
HILL, JUANITA/WASHINGTON, DINAH /Published by
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC