Outside - The Game, E-40, Lil E

Okay now why I’m always running from the police when I come outside

When I come outside

I be lowkey I be hoping they won’t notice when I come outside

When I come outside

And if you looking for the hoes fuck with me I’ma tell you when they come

outside

When they come outside

And all the homies on the block all day so yeah a nigga gotta come outside

Gotta come outside

Heard a gunshot, walked up out

My motherfucking door, what’s happening with all this madness?

What niggas got going on to make me jump up off this Madden

In my Gucci flip-flops, tan khakis, niggas sagging

Niggas pulled up on me, matte black G wagon

I’m like shit, the fo' fif’s still in the house

And usually niggas shoot from from where you from, come out they mouth

Got a nigga heart beating like a cutlass truck

But my mama raised a G and she don’t fuck with punks

Niggas rolled down the window, couldn’t tell who it was

Waving off the chronic smoke, is they Blood or Cuz?

Haha, it’s my little cousin Jordan and he’s solid

We went up last night, nigga said he forgot his wallet

We was bumping E-40 (yeah that Hurricane)

(Went through ten or twelve bottles of that Sluricane)

We had six white bitches and a gang of weed

You know them blonde hair, blue eyes, they aim to please

Okay now why I’m always running from the police when I come outside

When I come outside

I be lowkey I be hoping they won’t notice when I come outside

When I come outside

And if you looking for the hoes fuck with me I’ma tell you when they come

outside

When they come outside

And all the homies on the block all day so yeah a nigga gotta come outside

Gotta come outside

I was dipping down Greenleaf, swerving and I seen my nigga E

What’s cracking cuz?

I ain’t seen you in a week

Where you going fool?

Compton college to pick this bitch up

We both in Impalas, make the motherfucker hiccup

Now bounce, rock, roller skate

Cause we done fucked every bitch in the Golden State

Now tell me, how many bitches wanna fuck this nigga?

Stuff dick in her stomach until that butt get bigger

And we both fuck Kianna, you ain’t know that though

She put a hole in the condom, I don’t know that hoe

Conversating with my nigga at this long ass light

Made a left at Alameda, Eazy bust that right

I’m gone cuz!

Aight, hit a switch and I’m outie

Back to the westside, that’s what Dr. Dre found me

Pull up on Cedar, then I put it in park

Now take yo ass in the house before it get too dark

Okay now why I’m always running from the police when I come outside

When I come outside

I be lowkey I be hoping they won’t notice when I come outside

When I come outside

And if you looking for the hoes fuck with me I’ma tell you when they come

outside

When they come outside

And all the homies on the block all day so yeah a nigga gotta come outside

Gotta come outside

Ooh ooh ooh, nigga hopped out that rag and smelled the oohwee

My little nigga Marcus just pulled up from the I-E

Cup full of Henny, niggas gone off that YG

Told em' take a fade little nigga saying Why Me?

If he jump up I’m with it, anybody can get it

Mayweather with the right, bop-bop, head splitted

Cause nigga I’m from the Murda and I don’t even bang

You got your ass knocked out, which one of you niggas is game?

Cause you fuckin' my cousin, she don’t like it, I don’t either

Take all that bass out your voice, homeboy this is Cedar

My bad Chuck, let a nigga hit the weed

Nah, take this quarter piece and drop it off in the trees

Watch the Fruits though, tell that nigga Soo Woo though

You can take the rag, don’t get a scratch on my coupe though

And watch the Palmers they ain’t tryin' to hear no truce though

Non-affiliated, still a shooter like Kukoc

Okay now why I’m always running from the police when I come outside

When I come outside

I be lowkey I be hoping they won’t notice when I come outside

When I come outside

And if you looking for the hoes fuck with me I’ma tell you when they come

outside

When they come outside

And all the homies on the block all day so yeah a nigga gotta come outside

Gotta come outside

Yo this your man, DJ EZ-Dicc, I’m about to be out of here

Up next you got my man Z-Boy Fro and he’s gonna hit ya’ll off with this

Battlecat joint

Ya’ll suck it easy right here on the station that fades em' all

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