Point Em Out - Dru Dude 5000

Ayo, is that That Mexican OT? (B-B-Bankroll Got It) Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?) Point him out (point him out) Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, take him to the South (uh-huh, uh-huh) Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?) Point him out (point him out) Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, show him what the fuck we talkin' 'bout (ugh) I'm strikin' men like strikin' lightnin', you see what happenin' My last fight, friend, well, alright, then Better tighten up, we tight ends Fucked my grill up 'cause I popped an X all night, it had me bitin' Caught his ass stealin', so I had to take his right hand Cup be lookin' like a pump jack, bitch, I am a oiler Damn, how many times I gotta spin to get this boy to learn? Then I ain't no fuckin' joke, we drop lil' T, then drop lil' more Better watch your mouth 'cause I got soap, I got diamonds, tacos, and coke Inside of my Wock', I drop a hater like my throka Got elbows swingin', watch him cook, I smoke his ass just like some morta Leave him flat just like a torta, I swim with killers like a orca It don't matter where it is, it don't matter where I'm at because to me, no me importa Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?) Point him out (point him out) Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, take him to the South (uh-huh, uh-huh) Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?) Point him out (point him out) Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, show him what the fuck we talkin' 'bout (ugh) Bitch, I don't even like no lame, keep my name up out your mix, ho I don't like diamonds no more, only plain-jane to watch my wrist Uh, before rap, I was poppin' my shit, nigga I was still turnt with them motherfuckin' bags My mama thought I had the bricks, nigga, bricks, nigga Drop a ghetto bitch off at her job and borrow her whip, nigga I'm in this with a baby AR playin' sweet, actin' like I'm a bitch, nigga I told lil' mama to bend it over like a dog, I'm tryna come hit with her You know these bitches'll drive a Honda through the wall to fuck with a rich nigga I'm from the South, I greet a woman with a smile when I take a pic' with her, she can relax OT wan' see him in the trunk, shit, I wouldn't even leave him in that Any one of these niggas play when I walk in this bitch I'd probably leave with a hat, nigga, and a reason to laugh, haha Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?) Point him out (point him out) Throw his bitch ass in the trunk take him to the South (uh-huh, uh-huh) Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?) Point him out (point him out) Throw his bitch ass in the trunk how him what the fuck we talkin' 'bout Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?) Point him out (point him out) Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, take him to the South (uh-huh, uh-huh) Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), Point him out (point him out) Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, show him what the fuck we talkin' 'bout (ugh)

Woke up Had a mad one last night chillin' with What's her name? Rolled over Checked my phone Where's the party at? What's going what stage? Gotta get ready Got a brand new outfit for them this ones heavy In the whip I'm changing the station One hand holding the steering steady Dump out gang Link up with the crew gotta get triple-A wristbands Got plastic bottles and vodka Under the wavy understand What's the plan? Get it in if we can't then we'll drink it now my man No panicking though Its gonna be calm Trust me its gonna be ram Bo! If you want the rewind Somebody say Bo! Got gal from North West South and Bo! Big dogs run the show Kanine let em know Gunfingers in the air Point em up like Bo! Somebody say Bo! North West South Bo! Kanine let 'em know! Gunfingers like Bo! Somebody say Bo! North West South Bo! Kanine let 'em know! Gunfingers like Bo! Gun fingers like, Bo! If you want the rewind Somebody say Bo! Got gal from North West South and Bo! Big dogs run the show Kanine let em know Gunfingers in the air Point em up like Bo! Somebody say Bo! North West South Bo! Kanine let 'em know! Gunfingers like Bo! Somebody say Bo! North West South Bo! Kanine let 'em know! Gunfingers like Bo! Its mad Lots of people I came with Right now with some girl See a man passed out on the floor Said he wants balloons He don't need help Flippin' hell This time is ticking its getting dark as well Got beer all over your face Honestly my G you should see yourself Call me text Tryna ring back Dead reception getting me vexed Two twos man got sidetracked Cause my favourite actors next Oh yes Found my friend off his nut And bare chest Vol never asked no questions Come on my G lets find the rest Walk in the room Attending the rave A festival DJs throwing hand back Down this drink Somebody come take these car keys I ain't tryna be banned MCs on the mics start fighting But they got everyone raisin' hands Tryna make sense I told you its gonna be calm I told you its gonna be ram Gonna be calm Gonna be ram Gonna be calm Gonna be ram Gonna be calm Gonna be ram Gonna be calm Gonna be ram Gonna be calm Ram Calm Ram Calm Ram If you want the rewind Somebody say Bo! Gun fingers like, Bo! If you want the rewind Somebody say Bo! Got gal from North West South and Bo! Big dogs run the show Kanine let em know Gunfingers in the air Point em up like Bo! Somebody say Bo! North West South Bo! Kanine let 'em know! Gunfingers like Bo! Somebody say Bo! North West South Bo! Kanine let 'em know! Gunfingers like Bo!

Alright, so this is a song about anyone, it could be anyone You're just doing your own thing and someone comes out the blue, they're like "Alright, whataya saying?" "Yeah, can I take your digits?' And you're like, "No, not in a million years, you're nasty, please leave me alone" Cut to the pub on a lad's night out Man at the bar, 'cause it was his shout Clocks this bird and she looked okay She caught him looking and walked his way "Alright, darlin', you gonna buy us a drink then?" "Er, no, but I was thinking of buying one for your friend..." She's got no taste, hand on his waist Tries to pull away, but her lip's on his face "If you insist, I'll have a White Wine Spritzer" "Sorry, love, but you ain't a pretty picture" Can't knock 'em out, can't walk away Try desperately to think of the politest way to say ('Er, sorry, yeah, but nah') Just get out my face, just leave me alone And, no, you can't have my number (why?), 'cause I lost my phone" 'Oh, yeah, actually yeah, I'm - I'm pregnant Um, yeah, I'm having a baby in like six months and uh, yeah, yeah...' I recognize this guy's way of thinking As he walks over, her face starts sinking She's like, "Ah, here we go" It's a routine check that she already knows She's thinkin', "They're all the same" "Yeah, you alright, baby? You look alright still Yeah, what's your name?" She looks in her bag, takes out a fag Tries to get away from the guy on a blag Can't find a light — "Here, use mine" "You see, the thing is I just don't have the time" Can't knock 'em out (Can't knock 'em out) You can't walk away (You can't walk away) Try desperately to think of the politest way to say ('Er, I'm really sorry, but not this time, mate') Just get out my face, just leave me alone And, no, you can't have my number, 'cause I lost my phone Go away now, let me go Are you stupid, or just a little slow? Go away now, I've made myself clear ('I don't think so') "Nah, it's not gonna happen, not in a million years!" Can't knock 'em out (Can't knock 'em out) You can't walk away (You can't walk away) Try desperately to think of the politest way to say ('Er...') Just get out my face, just leave me alone And, no, you can't have my number, 'cause I lost my phone" Can't knock 'em out You can't walk away Try desperately to think of the ('Uh, actually, I'm getting married next week') politest way to say Just get out my face, just leave me alone ('No, no, seriously') And, no, you can't have my number, 'cause I lost my phone" Er, no my - I've gotta go, my house is on fire! I've got - I've got herpes! Err, no, syphilis!