Текст песни Royce Da 5`9" - Lights Out
Royce Da 5`9" - Lights Out слова песни
Rock city niggaYeahMic`s up, lights out (Lights out, lights out...)Yo, yo[Verse 1]You think I call myself King just cuz I want loveLike it`s easy to blow a whole city that once wasIt wouldn`t even be a midwest without Bone ThugsTry to knock me off my square, nigga I won`t budgeBorn from broke, I speak in a street for coinsI keep heat in a jeep, you can`t beat DetroitTry that strong arm shit and you get buried aliveAll ya`ll niggaz is big, but none ya`ll is ready to dieIt`s a freak mind game we play when we smartYou say it`s a art, blame nothin` you say in your heartIt`s a sixth sense that real niggaz gotYo, we know, just know, if you a hoe, or notIf I could filter out the game, I wouldI`ll speak niggaz name, Imma bet they got the same opinions about meIt`s like a two way street, with two cars racin` each otherOn the right track and goin` the wrong way on the otherYeah[Chorus]Mic`s up, lights out (Lights out, light out)Real niggaz on the prowlStill drink if it ain`t minesReal niggaz throw up drinks like gang signsMic`s up, lights out (Lights out, light out)Real niggaz on the prowlStill drink if it ain`t minesReal niggaz throw up drinks like gang signs[Verse 2]Yeah, I robbed a nigga before, but do that make me a thug?Was stupid and youngThings niggaz can do with a gunYou never put fear in my heartTalkin` all loud and obnoxiousWhat most of you do when you pop shitI`m payin` the price now, cuz it cost to shineAnd whoever thought that I lost it done lost his mind, niggaLook into the eyes of this nigga before you judge himYou better be prepared to die for this nigga before you love himMy shit is real, cuz I`m the realestSo fuck Ill, you can be the illestSee how many real niggaz feel itI don`t ever plan to go back to the streets, it`s coldBack to work with a mother fuckin` week in a holeLost with blind motivation, I ain`t a thugI`d rather be Royce five-apostrophe, nine-quotationSo how you love that nigga, the game done changedYou got a problem on your hands and this a nigga with brainsYeah[Chorus]Mic`s up, lights out (Lights out, light out)Real niggaz on the prowlStill drink if it ain`t minesReal niggaz throw up drinks like gang signsMic`s up, lights out (Lights out, light out)Real niggaz on the prowlStill drink if it ain`t minesReal niggaz throw up drinks like gang signs{*DJ scratching*}