It goes one for the money homie, two for the show We tore the roof off this mother 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 earned, started with the clique that I hanged Respect I earned, ever since I got in this game Respect I earned, never wanting fortune or fame I'd rather have these south Diego streets knowing 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 boogy through your system, subliminal We lyrical murdering like we criminals It's life or death, medical decision We so dope out the lab that you need a prescription The hood is listening, so for you that I wrote this Keep it underground, sticking to the streets like the homeless With the dopeness, recognize the real P.O.D. 'Cause we triple O, oh 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 king 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 © JASON TRUBY PUBLISHING; RIPPED OFF PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com