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Lights Out Video (MV)




Performed By: Pink Grenade
Featuring: Royce Da 5'9"
Length: 4:43
Written by: JEFFREY LORBER, JEFFREY H LORBER




Pink Grenade - Lights Out Lyrics




[ Featuring Royce Da 5'9" ]

Rock city nigga
Yeah
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, lights out)
Yo, yo

You think I call myself King just 'cause I want love
Like it's easy to blow a whole city that once was
It wouldn't even be a midwest without Bone Thugs
Try to knock me off my square, nigga I won't budge
Born from broke, I speak in a street for coins
I keep heat in a jeep, you can't beat Detroit
Try that strong arm shit and you get buried alive
All y'all niggas is big, but none y'all is ready to die
It's a freak mind game we play when we smart
You say it's a art, blame nothin' you say in your heart
It's a sixth sense that real niggas got
Yo, we know, just know, if you a hoe, or not
If I could filter out the game, I would
I'll speak niggas name, I'ma bet they got the same opinions about me
It's like a two way street, with two cars racin' each other
On the right track and goin' the wrong way on the other
Yeah

[Chorus:]
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
Real niggas on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
Real niggas on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs

Yeah, I robbed a nigga before, but do that make me a thug?
Was stupid and young
Things niggas can do with a gun
You never put fear in my heart
Talkin' all loud and obnoxious
What most of you do when you pop shit
I'm payin' the price now, 'cause it cost to shine
And whoever thought that I lost it done lost his mind, nigga
Look into the eyes of this nigga before you judge him
You better be prepared to die for this nigga before you love him
My shit is real, 'cause I'm the realest
So f*ck Ill, you can be the illest
See how many real niggaz feel it
I don't ever plan to go back to the streets, it's cold
Back to work with a mother f*ckin' week in a hole
Lost with blind motivation, I ain't a thug
I'd rather be Royce five-apostrophe, nine-quotation
So how you love that nigga, the game done changed
You got a problem on your hands and this a nigga with brains
Yeah

[Chorus]
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Rock city nigga
Yeah
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, lights out)
Yo, yo

You think I call myself King just 'cause I want love
Like it's easy to blow a whole city that once was
It wouldn't even be a midwest without Bone Thugs
Try to knock me off my square, nigga I won't budge
Born from broke, I speak in a street for coins
I keep heat in a jeep, you can't beat Detroit
Try that strong arm shit and you get buried alive
All y'all niggas is big, but none y'all is ready to die
It's a freak mind game we play when we smart
You say it's a art, blame nothin' you say in your heart
It's a sixth sense that real niggas got
Yo, we know, just know, if you a hoe, or not
If I could filter out the game, I would
I'll speak niggas name, I'ma bet they got the same opinions about me
It's like a two way street, with two cars racin' each other
On the right track and goin' the wrong way on the other
Yeah

[Chorus:]
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
Real niggas on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
Real niggas on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs

Yeah, I robbed a nigga before, but do that make me a thug?
Was stupid and young
Things niggas can do with a gun
You never put fear in my heart
Talkin' all loud and obnoxious
What most of you do when you pop shit
I'm payin' the price now, 'cause it cost to shine
And whoever thought that I lost it done lost his mind, nigga
Look into the eyes of this nigga before you judge him
You better be prepared to die for this nigga before you love him
My shit is real, 'cause I'm the realest
So f*ck Ill, you can be the illest
See how many real niggaz feel it
I don't ever plan to go back to the streets, it's cold
Back to work with a mother f*ckin' week in a hole
Lost with blind motivation, I ain't a thug
I'd rather be Royce five-apostrophe, nine-quotation
So how you love that nigga, the game done changed
You got a problem on your hands and this a nigga with brains
Yeah

[Chorus]
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Writer: JEFFREY LORBER, JEFFREY H LORBER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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