Bridge:
Come on come on come on baby baby come on (x 2)
Chorus:
Ohohohohoh
Keep on moving keep on rolling keep on coming
Keep it on and on and on and on
Señoras y señores
Por favor su atención
Outland esta en la casa
La fiesta comenzó
Me han dado la tarea escribir estas lÃÂÂneas
Hacerte balancear sin saber lo que te diga
Y'all better believe that
we got u in check now
better not move
cuz we don't lie just to make it sound fly
to the fools the ho's the pimps
no not these outlanders
ain't no comic mother fucker in out buiz u dig
see we don't fly, we don't use no 45
if u gotta beef then u take it to the streets right
if u feel this outland dirty life style
say dididida dididididida
Chorus...
Outland fam whut
u wanna get down u better stay put
cause we immigrants chilling VIP in clubs
so as long as u shaking u butt and we making it ruff
U can stroll with it
go ahead roll with it
I got at least to ounces to go along with it
Just bounce to this
as I count my amount to this
At the same time elevate u minds to this
Todos lo quieren aprender
No se ni que pensar
Quieren ya correr y no saben caminar
Representamos lo que somos
lo que hacemos y con quien estamos
este cubano cada vez que esta en la luz
pues ya no hay marcha atrás
mi foto esta en tu mente no me puedes olvidar
reconozcan este nombre
temprano o tarde
conquistamos tu lugar vamos para adelante
Chorus…
Bridge…
it be the bad spitting snake
better watch where u step
wanna cross my dirty dessert with that cheap talk u set
na!!! put your money where your mouth is bitch
better crawl before u start to walk kid
Ey yo we coming through
so pump it up 1 time
we make the party people
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Reporter: So tell me... How do you feel about 'Jack the Ripper'?
[Evil Thriller laughter]
(Get him!)
Verse 1
Want me to get him? Well I got him
My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him
With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed
To make him rewind this time I draw the line
He's mine...just chill
Don't nobody touch him cos Imma get ill
The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill
And this time I shoot to kill
Just like a sucker you took the bait
Now you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late
So party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up
You're hungry for a battle, now it's time to eat up
Boy, I'm gonna chew you, cos I knew you was
Talkin' that junk, punk, now Imma do you
The way you should be done, call you my son
Make you say "Daddy, I don't want none"
I've had enough of you actin' tough
You huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff
Talk about a battle, but you don't wanna do it
You got yourself into it, you blew it
You egomaniac, I'm a brainiac
You came back with a stone cold plain attack
Your rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that?
You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack...
The Ripper, down with my zipper
You get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster
Tryna knock the way I rock, get off my jock
Imma knock you out the box, let's go...
Let's Go!
Verse 2
Put up or shut up, get up, yeah what up?
Huh, get on the microphone and get cut up
Talk about how your records went double platinum
With those lyrics?! Huh, I laugh at them
So you got paid, take the money you've made
Bet it on yourself, are you afraid?
Money talks, B.S. walks
When I stalk like a hawk a victory is chalked
So put your money where your mouth is, you don't know about this
Battlin's for real men, and I doubt if
You can even hang or give a run for the money
You'