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This Goes Out Lyrics – Murphy Lee


This Goes Out

Murphy Lee
Song Writer(s): Carter, Dwayne, Epperson, Jason, Harper, Tohri Murphy Lee, Jones, Pierre, Lee, Murphy, Smith,
Publisher: CARDILAND MUSIC PUBLISHING, D2 PRO PUBLISHING, EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., JAY E'S BASEMENT, SONGS OF TVT, UNIV



This goes out to my Midwest crew
Now hold ya M-Dub in the air if ya feel me
***k 'em all day, ***k 'em all night
Candy paint on D's and fo's


Yo, ayyo I eat, sleep, ****, rap
Hip hop, kidnap
Snoop Dogg 'Lac
Wit the diamond in the back


I rep it like a mayor mayn
Summin' like a playa mayn
St. Louis cookin'
And I'm Murphy Lee the killer mayn


As-salaama lakem, lakem salaam
Praise the Lord or say peace to God
I'm just a Skool Boy, call me Mr. Do-What-You-Do-Fool
Claim where you from or we will claim where you move to


Home is where you make it, eat a meal and get naked
You can, walk in yo drawers and nobody could say ****
I got STL tatted on my right arm, some of 'em saw 'em
I ain't dyin' but yo I'm definitely gon' fight for 'em


And keep it tight for 'em, and keep it hype for 'em
And buy at the bar whatever gon' keep the night goin'
Do what you do and you do it, just do it big
And if you live to get it then you gon' get it how you live 'cuz


This goes out to my West Coast crew
Throw ya dub up in the air if ya feel me
***k 'em all day, ***k 'em all night
Hit the switch on yo six fo's


Naps, rock, skit West Coast style
T-shirt, khakalack, swerve in the Cadillac
Young Roscoe, the black Burt Bacharach
Serve the sacks, flippin' skirts like acrobats


Now dip wit ya *****, I take you on a ride
Through that place known worldwide as the Westside
Chronic, Daytons, switches, dubs
Cap turned to the back wit skirts at the Caddy shack


Los Angeles where they sag to the mud
Drop the back let it drag, du rags, full of thugs
Ya hard to the back, car full of 'blat'
Why A's decay, we ain't hard to get at


I rock a 5 double O wit the bubble nose
Stop, drop the top I holla at a couple hoes
Fo sho they wanna roll wit the Philly fanatic
Runnin' the radio in Cali 'cuz I stay in the traffic


This goes out to my East Coast crew
Throw ya E's up in the air if ya feel me
***k 'em all day, ***k 'em all night
Rock ya hoodies and Timbo's


Yo, yo, step in the party like
Sippin' on Bacardi like
I hooked up wit the 'Tics they like
It's gettin' frisky for me
Girls, they strippin' for me
Lil' Jon you wit us homey?


I gettin' brainin', pimpin' I can't complainin'
It's crazy I can't explain' it, it's the Derrty Entertainment
Man, I like to stop and go, she like to mop and glow
Lovin' this track 'cuz we gonna rock and roll


I huff and puff until my indo's gone
So I, get to stompin' wit my Timbo's on
We might be floppin' homey, we all critic
Welcome to Harlem World A.K. New York City


We forever runnin' round, here forever creepin'
Up all night 'cuz homey we ain't never sleepin'
But I came to do this wit my derrty Murphy
Y'all *****s betta obey, 'cuz you can get it


This goes out to my Dirty South crew
Throw ya S up in the air if ya feel me
***k 'em all day, ***k 'em all night
If ya tempted to throw them bows


Get yo hands up *****
Show yo goddamn ****
Get yo hands up *****
Show yo goddamn ****


We gon' drink a fifth of Hen
And we gon' rock it to this *****
We gon' drink a fifth of Hen
And we gon' rock it to this *****


We represent that Dirty
We ain't expectin' no ****
We represent that Dirty
We ain't expectin' no ****


We wild out in the club
Same **** we don't give a ***k
We wild out in the club
Same **** we don't give a ***k


Lil' Weezy, ***kin' Baby, 5'4 fo'
4-5 make a ***** go
I'm a fly young *****, ho South cold's great
Stay low when get cake


Yeah, me no play we can take it outside
Never met a ***** take myself pride
It's Wizzy Wizzle, Southside guy
Outside fly, gutta gutta in the South, wild 5


I represent that money
I ain't scared to throw my **** up
Soon as I throw it high up, holla back, Squire
I'm screwed up I drive slow not fast
Birdman Jr. I got stones not cash, *****


I'm from the swamp I smoke dro not gr***
P.O.C. rolled on my hands, got a 90 degree fo' in my pants
Give you this respect
I'm still mackin', you can smell the Pimp Juice on my breath


Get yo hands up *****
Show yo goddamn ****
Get yo hands up *****
Show yo goddamn ****


We gon' drink a fifth of Hen
And we gon' rock it to this *****
We gon' drink a fifth of Hen
And we gon' rock it to this *****


We represent that Dirty
We ain't expectin' no ****
We represent that Dirty
We ain't expectin' no ****


We wild out in the club
Same **** we don't give a ***k
We wild out in the club
Same **** we don't give a ***k

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