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Lights Out (Chris Vrenna Mix)

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

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