out my body lyrics – click

[e-40]
tennessee tighty, i went out my body
had a little too much to drink almighty
god can you show me some leeway
i’m seein twos on the m*th* f*ckin fr, a freeway

[b-legit]
i comin out the gate crooked and i’m loosey
got the tech and my deck and some mob music
hit the strip tryin to catch me a twenty doosey
drinkin bombay mixin it with orange juice

[e-40]
twas the night before my rad had to turn himself in
one or less more violation and he’s lookin at ten
so we gon live it up and act bad b*lls
and party til the m*th* f*ckin wheels fall off

[b-legit]
hope those wheels ain’t made of stone
five in the mornin and i still ain’t home
man i’m tore like never before
on the couch *ssed out with my eyes on low

[e-40]
tonight we gon smoke.
burrito size taylors served with vegas
like to drink beer with mashed potatoes

steak and chicken, eggs and grits
clicked out sh*t makes platinum hits

[chorus]
[e-40]
i don’t really know why n*gg*s made me go way out
my body, way out, my body.
i don’t really care if the popoes stop and stare
i’m way out, my body, way out, my body

[e-40]
a’ight b
i heard the yak went quack, zob schilacked
multi-*rg*sms and the b*tch collapsed

[b-legit]
from the back i bash all night i last
when i grab that *ss long d*ck ya daz

[e-40]
a ruh uh ruh uh ran up on her, from tacoma
man that b*tch had miles on her

[b-legit]
f*ckin wit a pimp b*tch you ain’t heard
you can start me in the mornin with a bottle of ‘birds
lick on the hip and watch the d*ckhead rise
up under your legs, in between your thighs

[e-40]
long range pimpin, lrps
no high jeans no ticks and fleas

[b-legit]
wake me in the mornin cause at night i snores
alcohol comin all out my pores
four-door drivin and i’m fast asleep
b*tch next to me in the p*ssenger seat

[chorus]

[e-40]
certified top hat, one of the truest
timin like my n*gg*s up in east st. louis

[b-legit]
jack be daniels, jack be swift
my n*gg*s in the h-town smoke the spliffs

[e-40]
juice and vodka, the tower of power
a plate of hot wings and some whiskey sour

[b-legit]
i don’t stop perkin keeps in goin
a full house in my dank room blow air

[e-40]
n*gg* disrespect don’t let it slide
go get your entourage fool time to ride

[b-legit]
i spots red lights and i’m loose and lick
open bottle and a gat in my glove compartment

[e-40]
alcohol, tabacco and firearms
but this time man it’s a false alarm
i really wish i took another route
but i’m gone out my body way out

[chorus]

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