"Wild Out" as written by Kasseem Dean, Jason T Phillips, Sean D Jacobs, David Styles and Darrin Dean....
Crazy time!
Whoa (My dogs)
Whoa, whoa, whoa (Okay)
Whoa, whoa (Yo, yo, yo)
Whoa (Yo, yo, yo)
Whoa (Yo)
Whoa (Yo)
Whoa, whoa

Wild out! (C'mon)
Wild out! (Uh huh)
Wild out! (If ya glad that L-O-X is Ruff Ridin' now! C'mon, niggas)
Wild out! (Who, what, what?)
Wild out! (Wild out, wild out, wild out)
Wild out! (All my niggas, throw your guns up, yo, yo)

I know niggas in the clink
That send pipe bombs through sinks
That got dough and still want to stick y'all wit' minks
Y'all would think y'all was jinxed wit' a month of bad luck
I'm that huntin' motherfucker and guess who the duck?
I'm Elmer and you Daffy, like the Looney cartoon
But this ain't no cartoon
My bullets clear out the room
I said, "Boy, try to learn the fundamentals here, son."
Like that rooster and that chicken hawk, I teach about a gun
I place my money on one
I'll pull it out, you'll run
I wave it in front of ya, son, and both y'all is done
For God's sakes, what a nigga gotta do to make a half a million?
Must I wave it at yo' children?
Run up in yo' buildin' and go straight for the bank
Got the coke saran-wrapped at the bottom of the tank
I know those tricks
Ya suppliers, Papi and them
I know those dicks
Give me those bricks
Now, wild out, niggas

Wild out! (Uh, uh, uh, uh, yo!)
Wild out! (Okay)
Wild out! (If ya bouncin' in da club, actin' like you can't get in!)
Wild out! (What, uh)
Wild out! (Yo, yo, yo ,yo)
Wild out! (Yo, yo ,yo ,yo ,yo ,yo)

For every check I deposit, it's just a new burner in the closet
And the big one'll kill you, ya brother, and ya pops quick
Might take one slug to get y'all both
'Cause, muthafucka, I'm a make sure I hit y'all close
And whoever's left: guaranteed he gettin' it all
'Cause his ass coulda ran when I was lookin' at y'all
I get rap money, plus I'm in the hood wit' dimes
And I ain't got no felonies
I'm good wit' crimes
Not all dat wit' macs, but I'm good wit' nines
Great wit' eights
Nigga, I'll heat ya face
And I got a hungry lawyer that'll eat the case
I used to cop so heavy that the block got mad
And niggas start callin' up the cops like cabs
My sixteens make niggas go to they dorm
Clock in and workout
Then come out in the mornin'
Wild out and blow a C-O jus' 'cause it's borin'
Wild out, nigga

Wild out! (Yo, yo, yo)
Wild out! (Yo, yo, yo)
Wild out!
(If ya just got outta jail from doin' wild time, let's bawl out!)
Wild out! (Yo!)
Wild out! (Okay, c'mon, c'mon)
Wild out! (Uh, uh, uh, uh)

I pray to the Allah
But I'm too foul to go to the mosque
And if it's beef
I'm a murder you and go to da squad
Holiday styles
Screw niggas far as they rap
I let my shotgun ball ya bat
Make ya coffin outta ya plaques
And bring ya ice to hell
Y'all fuck around dis album
I'll do life in jail
And if you under twenty-one, you shouldn't listen to dis
You hate a nigga; go and kill him while he takin' a shit
So, when the cops come and get him, he'll be makin 'em sick
So, they could feel how I feel
I had a probable cause
You know da shit that happens when you don't follow da boss
Follow the rules
Kids get followed to school
And the thug niggas ball ya boo
Target practice was a horrible view
It's fucked up what tomorrow can do
And these niggas feel sorrow for who?
Till we put you in da dirt, we ain't partin' wit' you
Wild out, niggas

Wild out! (Ya better back up, dog)
Wild out! (Everybody, yo, yo)
Wild out!
(If a nigga grillin' your chick, uh, and she wit' you, fuck that!)
Wild out! (Yo, what?)
Wild out!(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, I can't hear you! C'mon)
Wild out! (If ya find ya nigga cheatin', let's go girls! C'mon now!)
Wild out! (Uh, yo!)
Wild out! (C'mon, c'mon)
Wild out! (If a nigga step on ya goddamn shoes, fuck that!)
Wild out! (Uh huh, uh huh)
Wild out! (Yo, yo, whoa!)
Wild out! (If a nigga owe you money and ain't paid ya yet, fuck that!)
Wild out! (C'mon, oh)
Wild out! (What, what!)
Wild out! (If ya workin' at a job and the boss fire you, fuck him!)
Wild out! (Uh!)
Wild out! (Yo, yo, LOX niggas, LOX niggas)
Wild out! [Repeat: x4]
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, everybody!)
Wild Out!
Wild Out!
Wild Out!

(Anybody, young niggas, dead bitches, tear it up!)
Wild Out! [Repeat: x7]
(Who? Swiss, Swiss Beats)
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Two thou, millennium (Millennium)
Money makin', plenty 'em
You hear that
L-O-X, L-O-X, L-O-X, we here!

Yo, kiss man
I'm tired
I'm not doin' a verse today, man
I'll do this shit tomorrow, man
Do the hook and everything, man
Just save me sixteen bars
I'll be there tomorrow
I'm watchin' a fight and chilling
Tired, man

Lyrics submitted by spliphstar

"Wild Out" as written by Kasseem Dean Darrin Dean

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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