This Goes Out Lyrics - Murphy Lee

This goes out to my Midwest crew 

Now hold ya M-Dub in the air if ya feel me 

Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night 

Candy paint on D's and fo's 

Yo, ayyo I eat, sleep, shit, 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 shit 

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 

Fuck 'em all day, fuck '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 nigga, 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 

Fuck 'em all day, fuck '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 niggas 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 

Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night 

If ya tempted to throw them bows 

Get yo hands up bitch 

Show yo goddamn clit 

Get yo hands up bitch 

Show yo goddamn clit 

We gon' drink a fifth of Hen 

And we gon' rock it to this bitch 

We gon' drink a fifth of Hen 

And we gon' rock it to this bitch 

We represent that Dirty 

We ain't expectin' no shit 

We represent that Dirty 

We ain't expectin' no shit 

We wild out in the club 

Same shit we don't give a fuck 

We wild out in the club 

Same shit we don't give a fuck 

Lil' Weezy, fuckin' Baby, 5'4 fo' 

4-5 make a nigga go 

I'm a fly young nigga, ho South cold's great 

Stay low when get cake 

Yeah, me no play we can take it outside 

Never met a nigga 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 shit 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, bitch 

I'm from the swamp I smoke dro not grass 

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 bitch 

Show yo goddamn clit 

Get yo hands up bitch 

Show yo goddamn clit 

We gon' drink a fifth of Hen 

And we gon' rock it to this bitch 

We gon' drink a fifth of Hen 

And we gon' rock it to this bitch 

We represent that Dirty 

We ain't expectin' no shit 

We represent that Dirty 

We ain't expectin' no shit 

We wild out in the club 

Same shit we don't give a fuck 

We wild out in the club 

Same shit we don't give a fuck