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Lights out

by Payable On Death


It goes one for the money, homie, two for the show.
We tore the roof off this mutha, 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 learn.
Respect I earn! Started with the clique that i hanged.
Respect I earn! Ever since i got in this game.
Respect I earn! Never wanted fortune or fame.
I´d rather have these South D´ego Streets knowin my name.

Chiggy-check, microphone check.
Chiggy-check, microphone check.
It´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 back.

We bang boogie through your system, subliminal.
We lyrical murderin like we criminals.
It´s life or death, medical decision.
We so dope out the lab that you´ll 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 dopeness, recognize the real P.O.D.
Cause we triple O, O triple, triple OG.

Chiggy-check, microphone check.
Chiggy-check, microphone check.
It´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 back.
Lights 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 back.

Lights Out, Game Over.
Make way cause the kings is back.
It´s Lights Out, Game Over.
If you really think you got it like that.
Lights Out, Game Over.
Word on the streets is the boys is back.
It´s Lights Out, Game Over.
Worldwide homie pay respect.
Lights Out, microphone check.
It´s Lights Out, microphone check.
Make way cause the kings is back.
Lights Out





 

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