Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Out tha Gate Lyrics
Allow me to introduce myselfI'm Colton Grundy, in effect *****No need to excuse yourselfA little strange, and yeah, I'm kind of a horrible sightBut I milk your *****es titties, like a milk this micWhen I get right, ain't nobody getting shit'Cause I'm gonna get so right, ain't gonna be nothing left to getOut cold, but I got the balance, with even heat'Cause if my talents don't provide, I got a gat under the seat (and that's real)Too raw for some of y'all to feelBut that's just life, shuffle the cards and dealAnd the wheels'll keep spinnin'Ho's keep catching too many feelin'sAnd too many men are turning into womenThat the world that we live in,The world that I sit and spit inAnd squeeze my ass where I can fit in, so just listenBecause I would never waste your timeBut if you lend me your ear, then I promise to blow you're mind[Chorus:]I'm out the gate (Busted wide open)Lay your money down (Put your drink on that ice)Put some volume on that soundOut the gate, make no mistake, the chain is severedAnd the link's the only thing that's been holding me togetherI'm out the gate (Busted wide open)Lay your money down (put your drink on that ice)Put some volume on that sound(If you ain't come to party)Show that ass to the door(Man if you ain't come to party)Then what the hell you here forBetter not be drama, I hate acting tightCut that ass like a director, and edit you like a re-writeAin't nobody playing, filleting ya like a fishSo mind your own, and go attend to your drink, and your *****Cause it's Sid the DJ, is spinning right hereIn him seven, eight bottles of beers, inside the EverclearGot me feeling far from friendly,Like you trying to push emotion on meBecoming your new found enemy (better let it be)I came to drink and ball (you're upsetting me)Talking shit under your breath, little boyI don't like *****es, or dudes that imitate 'emSo quit acting like a female, and speak up player[Break: x2]So what you wanna do, and why you looking at me?So many girls in the house, with fine asses and tittiesLet me see you shake that ass, and break a hip for me (Come on)Let me see you shake that ass, and break a hip for me (Yeah)[Chorus:]I'm out the gate (Busted wide open)Lay your money down (Put your drink on that ice)Put some volume on that soundOut the gate make no mistake, the chain is severedAnd the link's the only thing that's been holding me togetherI'm out the gate (Busted wide open)Lay your money down (Put your drink on that ice)Put some volume on that sound(If you ain't come to party)Show that ass to the door(Man if you ain't come to party)Then what the hell you here for?They call me Grim fresh, I'm like the cream of the cropThe shit that starts on the bottom and just rise to the topToo many of ya'll sound the sameWhile my style is infinity and uncapable to restrainOff the chain and a short leashServing you salty on the biscuit and a two piece (soaked in chicken grease)What it is, what it will beYou bark like a big dog, but we'll seeHow many puppy bites, it takes to break skinWell man, I'll break breadWhile other rappers let go to their head, and wind up dead in a nightclub somewhereAnywhere, ain't nothin' but thugs in here[Chorus:]I'm out the gate (Busted wide open)Lay your money down (Put your drink on that ice)Put some volume on that sound(If you ain't come to party)Show that ass to the door(Man if you ain't come to party)Then what the hell you here for?Let me see you shake that ass, and break a hip for me (Come on)Let me see you shake that ass, and break a hip for me (Yeah)[Repeat until end:]Yeah
