Outside (feat. E-40, Mvrcus Blvck & Lil E) - The Game

I just wanna be your super woman Wanna keep you goin', wanna make you smile I'm the one that's gon' be faithful to you And without you, come on, let me show you how Baby, don't you know you drive me crazy? 'Bout to have your baby 'cause I love your style Boy, I never wanna let you go Gotta let you know, we could start right now Through thick and thin to the end If I ran out of money, no dividends If I had to do time, if I was up in the pen Would you still be my lady, would you still be my friend? No matter how tough it get, no matter whatever matter Are you gon' still have my back like a chiropractor Through sickness, through health, for better, for worse Till the day that they haul me off in a hearse? Our world is as big as we make it Let's make the best of it, darlin', let's celebrate it We too real to be phony, why should we fake it? We too dumb to be lonely, let's elevate it We could reach for the stars, the outer limits Would you share with me if you had the winnin' lottery ticket? I need the kinda broad that they don't make The kind that know how to cook and communicate I just wanna be your super woman Wanna keep you goin', wanna make you smile I'm the one that's gon' be faithful to you And without you, come on, let me show you how Baby, don't you know you drive me crazy? 'Bout to have your baby 'cause I love your style Boy, I never wanna let you go Gotta let you know, we could start right now I'm not a rescue Roni, I'm a Mack-aroni My Mack game is impeccable, no baloney But you done lifted on a player so tough So that you never player wanna put his pimped up ride I'll be hard headed, super thug You want me at home but I'll be at the club Gettin' whiskyed then perked and gettin' tipped Whatever club is wherever I be gettin' killed I'm a managed person, super perkin' This is how I eat, mama, see I be networkin' I stay in the traffic, I'm all about my Gs Put your clothes on, darlin', let's go to Tommy T's The comedy club up in the Contra Costa Offa Willow Pass Road up in Concord I ain't a pretty boy and I ain't ugly If a broad got in my face would you scratch her up off me, uh? I just wanna be your super woman Wanna keep you goin', wanna make you smile I'm the one that's gon' be faithful to you And without you, come on, let me show you how Baby, don't you know you drive me crazy? 'Bout to have your baby 'cause I love your style Boy, I never wanna let you go Gotta let you know, we could start right now No, I ain't ever gonna let you go, no, no Never, never gonna let you go, no I ain't ever gonna let you go Gotta let you know, we could start right now You remind me of my favorite instrument, a guitar Or my favorite vehicle, a Chevy SSR I'm a cursed superstar, we go together like a drink at the bar Like Tiger Woods in the back of 9 par, trust that I know you the type to stand tall through it all Let's splurge a little, let's me and you hit the mall I'll get you the Stella McCartney jeans and boots You get the Steve Harvey line collection suit We could juggle some bills and use our skills We could sell a few pills to make a few deals However, whatever to get the scrill Whatever it takes for us to get over the hill I just wanna be your super woman Wanna keep you goin', wanna make you smile I'm the one that's gon' be faithful to you And without you, come on, let me show you how Baby, don't you know you drive me crazy? 'Bout to have your baby 'cause I love your style Boy, I never wanna let you go Gotta let you know, we could start right now I just wanna be your super woman Wanna keep you goin', wanna make you smile I'm the one that's gon' be faithful to you And without you, come on, let me show you how Baby, don't you know you drive me crazy? 'Bout to have your baby 'cause I love your style Boy, I never wanna let you go Gotta let you know, we could start right now We could start right now, uh We ain't gotta wait till tomorrow Not another second, not another minute, hey, no We could start right now, yeah Right, right now, right, right, right now, ooh, now, yeah

E-40] beyotch! Whas happenin, whas happenin? You got to love this yere nigguh My boys, my hot boys Juve and? Bout to lace this game nigga Do it the way we do it with e-4-0 charlie hustle [B.g.] Look, i went from rags to riches, stank hoes to bad bitches Stealin niggaz cars to tv's in expeditions Thuggin is how i play it everyday all day I keep it all the way real i can't see it no other way I represent mines, hot boys Slip up my whole click rides, get shot boy That's how it go; we straight do or die - We checkmate holdin niggaz Then come where yo' momma lay down and kick in the do' nigga (Juvenile! juvenile! juvenile!) [Juvenile] Let's get this shit cracklin My probation officer's gonna know what happened Stay out the way i'm h-o-t and bout that action Hooded up with dem slugs and face-maskin, camouflage fashion I'm all about that luxury (luxury) - i'm also bout Puttin 50 in yo' head boy if you thinkin bout fuckin me I'ma be here fo' a minute (what else?) you gotta respect it (uh-huh) There's a lot of niggaz out here gettin killed to accept it [E-40] beyotch! Chorus: e-40 and hot boys (repeat 2x) Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie (look at me) Squattin twenty inch twinkies (look at me) I'm like that! it's like that! what? I'm like that! it's like that! (look at me) [E-40] Charlie hustle on it in the fast lane, drivin slow With a case of tall cans and some broccoli and a bad-ass hoe Squattin four times ga-uh gold zenith wides and vogues Bout snuffin down, right next to me, is the call from the frogs Uhh - sound system on bloo-blam-blam Puffin on the doobie almost grubbed, dang it burnt in my lap Smokin trees with the window up (windows up) Traffic backed up, middle finger up I don't associate or surround myself with c.i.'s Confidential informants snitches affadavits stool pigeons Marks simple simon sucker sap simps i be kickin it real tough With the, p.i.'s, hustlers, tycoons Gangsters killers that might not even look like With trophies up under they shelf, sky ballers, all kind of benzes Player type individuals, thugged out times a thousand Those nigguh-ish niggaroles lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires New millenium wars high rollers real as hoodlums thugs House parties strip joints gamblin shacks and hole in the wall clubs [E-40] beyotch! Chorus [Baby] Man, it's like neighborhood shit with a gangster bitch So get yo' paper straight nigga and go and buy some shit Tv's inside when i ride bitch And i'ma hide these hoes behind limo tints Fulfill my dreams i'm a rich bitch And when i hit yo' hood i'ma blind a bitch Shine, tape sellin got me buyin shit Dyin? gon' be here past ninety-nine, slick Rewind, these hoes back to time slick So nigga slap that bitch, bat that batch Kick her in the ass and tell that hoe hot boy in this bitch So nigga fuck that bitch, tell her suck yo' dick [Lil' wayne] Now, now Here come the youngest, wayne, you can call me weezy Flyin up the interstate in a lamborghini Police right behind me, i'm drivin too fast I pull over on the grass, they want my autograph I flipped off ki's, i get my g's I spit my 3's if you twist my cheese I'm duckin white sheets and i avoid the feds If you think that you can stop us - boi go auhead Chorus [E-40] beyotch! [Juvenile] E-feezy and the hb's in this motherfucker man (the hot boys) Juvenile (bosco) you heard about me The b.g. (uh-huh) the number one stun'na (uh-huh, uh-huh) Baby thirty-two gold ya heard me? The bay area, and the u-p-t (uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh) We connected nigga, you gotta respect it It's off the heezy Uhh, uhh (what, beyotch!)

Yeah, I know that I'm winnin' I'm winnin', I'm winnin', I'm winnin' (Wow) Yeah, yeah, uh, I know that I'm winnin', I'm winnin' (Dos) I'm winnin', I'm winnin', yeah (Mustard on the beat, ho) Yeah, I'm rare, I'm rare I'm rare (This shit hard), I'm rare I'm rare, I'm rare I'm rare, I'm rare Like a two-dollar bill Like a two-dollar bill Like a two-dollar bill Like a two-dollar bill I'm rare, I'm rare I'm rare, I'm rare I'm rare (Rare), I'm rare (Rare) I'm rare (Yeah), I'm rare (Uh) Spit cold shit, need Mucinex Diamond chain 'round My neck with the crucifix Got a family now so I gotta pipe down 'Fore a young ho Fuck up my timeline I wear my shades At night like Corey Hart Stopped trappin' and the Plug say I broke his heart On a seafood diet, I don't fuck with pork Foreign my safe drive, I got a lot of torque Trap check, check, one two She wanna split, dip, fondue Shinin', I'm in the sunroom Life a bitch so you Better use a condom I'm rare like a nigga that's loyal I'm rare like a girl With me that ain't spoiled I'm rare like Mr. Clean with hair Yeah, I'm rare, uh Like a two-dollar bill Like a two-dollar bill Like a two-dollar bill Like a two-dollar bill I'm rare, I'm rare I'm rare (Rare), I'm rare (Yeah) I'm rare (Yeah), I'm rare (Yeah) I'm rare (Yeah, yeah), I'm rare (Uh) I'm rare, I promise, I swear I'm high, mid-air, Don't vomit up here Like the 13th floor, fuck it, I'ma take the stairs Like what 2 Chainz wears, Shit's from Rio de Janeiro I'm rare, like a commercial With Future and Cher Like a cop that's fair, Like a triple-double dare I'm rare, really rare, You scared, you really scared I'm where? I'm here and There, you stare, you disappear Oh, yeah, that's really real, That flare, them semis tear That trigger softer than hair, Silencer's hearing-impaired That's rare, shoot up a fair, That's rare, my goons don't care They bears, might get the chair, Who cares? They say their prayers Oh yeah, the claps drop, I'm rare as Sasquatch Get spared, trap house, Codeine, mascot I chill where it's hot, Brazil, backdrop, I'm real Her ass not, I'm rare, Tunechi Like a two-dollar bill (Mula) Like a two-dollar bill (That's Mula) Like a two-dollar bill (That's rare) Like a two-dollar bill (That's rare) I'm rare (I'm rare), I'm rare (I'm rare) I'm rare (I'm rare), I'm rare (I'm rare) I'm rare (I'm rare), I'm rare (I'm rare) I'm rare (I'm rare), I'm rare (I'm rare) Rare like real niggas, Rare like 12 figures Rare like wagu steak, Rare like 88 Polaroid pictures My bite is stronger than My bark, this shit like dog park Treat a Bugatti just like A fuckin' go-kart (kart) 'Bout my business and My soil is my witness Only fuck with real niggas, Them fake niggas, I have to diss 'em Fuck with 'em from A distance, I'm a tycoon Hella sharks in this business, Stay with a harpoon I got game like Donald Goines Start-up companies, Cryptocurrency coins Like a bicentennial quarter, I'm hella rare (Hella rare) I've been hustlin' since I was in daycare (Daycare) Now I'm a mothafuckin' Millionaire (Millionaire) Money longer than Diana Ross hair (Ross hair) I'm rare like white running backs, These squares a box Of Apple Jacks I'm an innovator, A trend-setter, far from a copycat I don't rap like none of you niggas, I 'M one-of-one (One-of-one) The baddest bitch in the world Could suck my dick and I bet I won't cum, bitch Like a two-dollar bill (I'm rare, I'm rare) Like a two-dollar bill (I'm rare, I'm rare) Like a two-dollar bill (I'm rare, I'm rare) Like a two-dollar bill (Bitch) I'm rare, I'm rare I'm rare (Rare), I'm rare (Rare) I'm rare (Rare), I'm rare (Rare) I'm rare (Yeah), I'm rare (Uh) I'm rare (I'm rare), I'm rare (I'm rare) I'm rare (I'm rare), I'm rare (I'm rare) I'm rare (I'm rare), I'm rare (I'm rare) I'm rare (I'm rare), I'm rare (I'm rare) I'm rare (I'm rare), I'm rare (I'm rare) I'm rare (I'm rare), I'm rare (I'm rare)