Lose Control

What time is it? (It's five o'clock somewhere)

Yo, yo, I need that

Your album was whack, give me my cheese back (Give me my fuckin' money back)

You was the hottest in the streets before

But we don't wanna hear that weak shit no more (We don't wanna hear that shit)

Yo, **** be killin' me (Killin' me)

Got all them guns, ain't never killed a thing (**** ain't killed shit)

I squeeze llamas 'til the beef dissolve (Brrt, brrt)

You better not say that weak shit no more (Wake up!)

I put your name to the test

Take a blade to your flesh and write my name in your chest

Now say my name with the best **** (Diamonds)

Rub hands, Birdman when I check **** (What?)

Sign my name on a check

Low sweats with the Aztec print

High-tech my whole fit, I got fashion sense

Gotta get my hands a rinse when the cash suspense

Me and my bitch rockin' matching kicks

I make the call, she slide fast as shit (Urr)

Jimmy Johnson, never crash the whip

My lawyer make the charges disappear like a magic trick

Sink your battleship, my wardrobe worth a half a brick (Uh)

I taught your son how to bag chicks (Diamonds)

Showed your wife how to roll a White Owl, yeah, I'm that guy

Now this **** think he Kung Lao, I made his hat fly (Boom!)

Mickey Mantle, hold the bat high, I'm not your ordinary black guy

Leave your favourite rapper with a black eye

**** fallin' off like when nuts are tryna smack out (Hahahaha)

Wanna-be ballers, you can't even pull a rack out (Broke-ass ****)

Rhyme pass the basketball court, whip the MAC out

Blow your back (Boom!), put fourty-two in your chest like Jerry Stackhouse (Brrt)

You wouldn't dare steep foot in a traphouse

Bust your in a clap out (At all), or do none of that shit you rap 'bout

For a band, I get you rocked like Smash Mouth

Rappers throwin' rocks when they live in a glasshouse, huh?

Yo, yo, I need that

Your album was whack, give me my cheese back (Give me my fuckin' money back)

You was the hottest in the streets before

But we don't wanna hear that weak shit no more (We don't wanna hear that shit)

Yo, **** be killin' me (Killin' me)

Got all them guns, ain't never killed a thing (**** ain't killed shit)

I squeeze llamas 'til the beef dissolve (Brrt, brrt)

You better not say that weak shit no more

Ayo, my hood filled with pawns and rooks, we off the hook

Liquor-store crooks, the juugs, mad **** be shook

From where the hood-rat bitch can cook, hid in a book

A lot of mouth, they thought it out, so my ****'ll look

I will vers' (Huh?), cop my wife a Chanel purse

Cops searchin' for the mill', Purp call the dogs if they smell work

Buy or sell percs, duckin' 12, clean my scale

This is every day where I'm at, we melanated so they label us "black"

Celebrated, twenty-eight days later, it's back to business

My ****, they trap religous, these bitches be trappin' ****

Tryna claim fame off your baby daddy' name

Shit's lame, ho (Shit's lame), I finna show you how the game go

We was raised on Smokey the Bear, and just say "no"

Somehow, we still learned to burn trees

And slang dope, we chance-takers (Yeah), you came to us

For the boy and the girl, we match-makers, what?

Yo, yo, I need that

Your album was whack, give me my cheese back (Give me my fuckin' money back)

You was the hottest in the streets before

But we don't wanna hear that weak shit no more (We don't wanna hear that shit)

Yo, **** be killin' me (Killin' me)

Got all them guns, ain't never killed a thing (**** ain't killed shit)

I squeeze llamas 'til the beef dissolve (Brrt, brrt)

You better not say that weak shit no more (It's five o'clock somewhere)

Profound

What time is it? (It's five o'clock now)

Do that one more time

It's fi—, it's five o'clock somewhere

Say it loud

It's five o'clock somewhere

Say that one more time

It's five o'clock somewhere

We don't wanna hear that weak shit no more