Out My Body Lyrics - Singles - The Click

Tennessee tighty, I went out my body 

Had a little too much to drink Almighty 

God can you show me some leeway 

I'm seein' two's on the mutha fuckin' fr, a freeway 

I comin' out the gate crooked and I'm loosey 

Got the tech and my deck and some mob music 

Hit the strip tryin' to catch me a twenty doosey 

Drinkin' bombay mixin' it with orange juice 

'Twas the night before my rad had to turn himself in 

One or less more violation and he's lookin' at ten 

So we gon' live it up and act bad balls 

And party til' the mutha fuckin' wheels fall off 

Hope those wheels ain't made of stone 

Five in the mornin' and I still ain't home 

Man, I'm tore like never before 

On the couch assed out with my eyes on low 

Tonight we gon' smoke 

Burrito size Taylors served with Vegas 

Like to drink beer with mashed potatoes 

Steak and chicken, eggs and grits 

Clicked out shit makes platinum hits 

I don't really know why niggas made me go way out 

My body way out, my body 

I don't really care if the popoes stop and stare 

I'm way out, my body way out, my body 

A'ight B 

I heard the yak went quack, zob schilacked 

Multi-orgasms and the bitch collapsed 

From the back I bash, all night I last 

When I grab that ass long dick ya daz 

A ruh uh ruh uh ran up on her, from Tacoma 

Man, that bitch had miles on her 

Fuckin' wit' a pimp, bitch, you ain't heard 

You can start me in the mornin' with a bottle of 'birds 

Lick on the hip and watch the dickhead rise 

Up under your legs, in between your thighs 

Long range pimpin', LRPs 

No high jeans no ticks and fleas 

Wake me in the mornin' 'cuz at night I snores 

Alcohol comin' all out my pores 

Four-door drivin' and I'm fast asleep 

Bitch next to me in the passenger seat 

I don't really know why niggas made me go way out 

My body way out, my body 

I don't really care if the popoes stop and stare 

I'm way out, my body way out, my body 

Certified top hat, one of the truest 

Timin' like my niggas up in east St. Louis 

Jack be Daniels, Jack be swift 

My niggas in the H-Town smoke the spliffs 

Juice and Vodka, the tower of power 

A plate of hot wings and some whiskey sour 

I don't stop perkin' keeps in goin' 

A full house in my dank room blow air 

Nigga disrespect, don't let it slide 

Go get your entourage fool time to ride 

I spots red lights and I'm loose and lick 

Open bottle and a gat in my glove compartment 

Alcohol, tobacco and firearms 

But this time man, it's a false alarm 

I really wish I took another route 

But I'm gone out my body way out 

I don't really know why niggas made me go way out 

My body way out, my body 

I don't really care if the popoes stop and stare 

I'm way out, my body way out, my body