Out Of It Outro (Feat. T.F)

(Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh)
Yeh, huh

Jernt full of fire, game full of lies
I just stay ridin', I don't play 'bout it
Got some cake out it, real estate out it
Made my way out it, but I can't stay out it

If I ain't got one, my brother got three
I slumped in the Cullinan, and I'm watching TV
She said the floor mats feel like a mink
Stars in the ceiling, water in my cuban link
How to make a million dollars off of what you think
Spitta made a million dollars off paper and ink
Scribble-scratch written stacks, rich off rap
Keep it clear, jealous n*ggas, you'll get killed like that
Bought a couple houses, big as f*ck, we not crowded
Rollin' up lolly, keep in nice and cloudy
Inquiring minds wanna know where we stashed the bodies
When we kill 'em beats, masks on, creepin silently

Jernt full of fire, game full of lies
I just stay ridin', I don't play 'bout it
Got some cake out it, real estate out it
Made my way out it, but I can't stay out it
Jernt full of fire, game full of lies
I just stay ridin', I don't play 'bout it
Got some cake out it, real estate out it
Made my way out it, but I can't stay out it

Candles burnin', the b*tch yawnin'
Ain't no half stepping', n*gga ain't no tip-toeing
And my hand soaked, Baccarat 540
Jackpot, double-up, power-ballin'
Squeeze lemon on the calamari
Choppin' up game like a samurai (Like a samurai)
Eye for an eye, throw my shades on (Throw my shades on)
Leave bullet holes the size of paint balls (The size of paint balls)
Tell the peoples at the top, make some space for me
I tried to keep it in the gutter, but they was hating on me
It's still love, I'm proud up, but a n*gga been plugged
I'm still on bullsh*t, thought I woulda been done
But I can't stay out it, bending corners all through the city
Running up mileage, running through dollars
Parking on the sidewalks, turtle wax tyres
Bending corners through the city streets, I can't stay out 'em

Jernt full of fire, game full of lies
I just stay ridin', I don't play 'bout it
Got some cake out it, real estate out it
Made my way out it, but I can't stay out it
Jernt full of fire, game full of lies
I just stay ridin', I don't play 'bout it
Got some cake out it, real estate out it
Made my way out it, but I can't stay out it

One more song, one more song
One more song, one more song
One more song, one more song
One more song, one more song
One more song, one more song
One more song, one more song
One more song, one more song
One more song, one more song
One more song, one more song
Aye, aye, aye, aye, so that concludes tonight's Tonite Show, featuring Curren$y the Hot Spitta
Come on, y'all, ya gotta give it up, ya gotta give up
We about to head over to the Jet Life headquarters, we got an encore coming up, y'all don't wanna miss it
So stay involved, stay in tuned, we headed over to the Jet Life headquarters
F*ck wit' ya peoples. Jet Life, Fresh in the flesh, the Tonite Show, y'all know what it is
Andretti, Andretti ready
Y'all don't wanna do that, man, y'all don't want do nothin', dawg
DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh

Clothing came, blew her mind and changed her ways
And now she's turned out
Lost and turned out

You'll never ever get yo' b*tch back, haha, sucka
You'll never ever get that b*tch back, ahah
You'll never ever get yo' b*tch back, ahah, you ain't gon' never get her
You'll never ever get that b*tch back, ahah

Looking like it, smelling like it
Every time it's so exciting, when we sliding, Driving and patting my pockets
Girl, where my lighter? Oh she got it
Oh she fire, oh she like it
How I'm fly without trying, that's autopilot
No auto-tune, I don't do those moves, ain't got no rap voice
I just slide in the booth, and I'm just talking to you
Awfully smooth, lost in the groove, she had to choose
Had to elude, her other dude, n*gga, that's you
You acting like you wouldn't trip, your heart skipped
Last time you seen her, she was leaving in my '96
And if you see her again, she'll be cut up and remixed
Flipped, like a rag-'56, n*gga (Huh)

You'll never ever get yo' b*tch back
Ahah, ain't gon' ever get her (Huh)
You'll never ever get that b*tch back
Haha
You'll never ever get that b*tch back
Ahah, you ain't gon' never get her (Huh)
You'll never ever get yo' b*tch back
Ahah, you ain't gon' never get her (Huh)

DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh
This is the season for catching the vapors
(Can ya feel it?)
Catching the catch vapors, catching, catching the vapors
(Can ya feel it?)
Catching the catch vapors, catching, catching the vapors
La-da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da (Can ya feel it?)
Catching the catch vapors, catching, catching the vapors
Catching the catch vapors, catching, catching the vapors

Can you feel it? Nothin' can save ya
Cause this is the season of catching the vapors
Sliding on haters, riding on Daytons
Stacking ya paper, catching them laters
Z28-ers, Delta '88-ers
Lowrider scrapers, sharper than razors
Firing lasers, them n*ggas lazy
Them b*tches crazy, we getting paid
We balling out major, I still got a pager
B*tch, I'm from the 80's, the Eastside made me
The whole world paid me, no girl gon' play me
A woman might take me, out on a vacation
Can ya—
Nothin' can save ya
This is the season of catching the vapors
Sliding on haters, riding on Daytons
Stacking ya paper, catching them later, can ya—
(Can ya feel it?)
Catching the catch vapors, catching, catching the vapors
La-da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da
(Can ya feel it?)
Catching the catch vapors, catching, catching the vapors
(Can ya feel it?)
Can ya feel it, catching the catch vapors, catching, catching the vapors
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches
Smoking weed it in, don't post me in your pictures
If you can keep a secret, we can always kick it
Rule number one, don't talk about me round your, huh
That sh*t there'll have him suspicious
We be hitting switches, down Chef Highway dipping
Loose lips sink ships, and my ship ain't, huh
La-da-da, da-da, uh, can ya feel it?
Nothin' can save ya
Cause this is the season of catching the vapors
Sliding on haters, riding on Daytons
Stacking ya paper, catching them laters
Z28-ers, Delta '88-ers
Lowrider scrapers, sharper than razors
Firing lasers, them n*ggas lazy
Them b*tches crazy, we getting paid
We balling out major, I still got a pager

Uh - DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh
Say that sh*t three times like Beetlejuice, like Candyman n*gga
(Uh)

Top of the morning to ya
Hot Spitta, b*tch, I'm like a sauna to ya
Recognize you talking to a don, b*tch, look here

The game change fast, you getting dressed too slow wit yo lame ass
Drivers in the other lane done blown past
Ain't no second or third place, there's only dead last
The dress was see through, on that lady like a champagne glass
Though she was shaped like a coke bottle bro, you know the motto tho
If she grin, she in, I'm Comedy Central in this vintage Benz
Its 'round 3am, we letting them Screw Tapes spin
Plotting a money run again (Plotting a money run again)
Finna bring more duckets in (Finna bring more duckets in)
Hold on
(Yeah)

Top of the morning to ya
Hot Spitta b*tch, I'm like a sauna to ya
Recognize you talking to a don b*tch, look here
(Hold on)

Asking me if I'm coming back
Tryna put a ETA on that, baby girl that's hella wack
Deal breaker, in living color, watch that situation fade to black
Tried to suffocate, I must escape from that
Thought I stopped with the Cullinan and the Wraith
There's a Spectre and a Phantom on the way
Is they on yo' team, or is they in yo' way?
Please differentiate
(You gotta differentiate)

Top of the morning to ya
Hot Spitta, b*tch, I'm like a sauna to ya
(Yeah)
Recognize you talking to a don bitch, look here

Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches
Smoking weed in it, girl don't post me in yo' pictures
If you can keep a secret, we can always kick it
Rule number one, don't talk about me 'round yo n*gga
That sh*t there'll have him suspicious
We be hitting switches, down Chef Highway dippin'
Loose lips you know
Aight