Going In Songtext
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Going In Songtext
Let the beats control your body
Let the beats control your body
Let the beats control your body
Let the beats control your body
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
Ayo, you can feel the adrenaline
Fire through your ventricle, your body′s unsettled
Gold medal, tell the press I am the first one through
Them niggas runnin' the last lap, I′m untying my shoe
Takin' flicks with my fans like Brittany on coke
Salmonella sick spitter, watchin' rappers get yolked
Kon love it when I rap this way
It make it easier for anyone on Konvict to keep gettin′ paid
We like Louis in comparison to Gucci from Canal
Like a dark skinned Amex compared to PayPal
Hey gyal, turn around, see the mandem in the back
Eyes low with the custom made Blue Jays hat
That′s my people, makes these little punks get tight
We laugh hard 'cause we showin′ your flaws like black light
I ain't never begged nobody for nothin′ in my life
Trust me, I'll quicker make a crack smoke of my wife
I′m goin' in
Goin' (Yeah), goin′ (Ayy), goin′ (Serious)
I'm goin′ in
Goin', goin′, goin'
I′m goin' in
Some say I have more neuroses than LD
I curb your enthusiasm precisely
New York got me more than Spike Lee
'Cause I leave nicks on your face if you spite me
Talk, I take it lightly
I′m the crocodile hunter, walk through dangerous places, crikey
Who got more checks, stripes or Nike?
Whoever it be, see me rockin′ that nightly
The Launchpad Man take off your night tee
I ain't Ike Turner, I keep on my wife bea-
Tter, KB got the nine milli′ me
I'm a big man, all these cats are mini-mes
Scratch that, they mini-thems
Even with forty percent of me, they can′t drop these gems
Ask me who's my top ten
I′ma mention myself, my shadow, my fame, and no more men
I'm goin' in
Goin′ (Yeah), goin′ (Ayy), goin' (Serious)
I′m goin' in
Goin′, goin', goin′
I'm goin' in
Ayo, my group is in the whip, one hand on the wheel
One eye on the law, ten dreams for the deal
I don′t need street cred′, I'm street readily available
Favorable, put all of your money on the table
Bet what you got and I bet you gon′ flop
'Cause ain′t nobody gon' listen to you outside of your block
I′m outside of the Dot in a Benzo taxi
Fifteen stacks, so don't bother, get at me
Tough guy talk seem so passé
That's French for fuck off, vocabulary classé
Lurk, still livin′ in this day
Niggas claim they the shit, I can′t see 'em like Charles
Ray, ain′t nobody comin' close to ours
Don′t get offended, my nigga, they just bars
Close your legs, gyal, what? They just stars
Tomorrow them gone like SARS
I'm goin′ in
Goin' (Yeah), goin' (Ayy), goin′ (Serious)
I′m goin' in
Goin′, goin', goin′
I'm goin′ in
Let the beats control your body
Let the beats control your body
Let the beats control your body
Hello?
Let the beats control your body
Let the beats control your body
Let the beats control your body
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
Ayo, you can feel the adrenaline
Fire through your ventricle, your body′s unsettled
Gold medal, tell the press I am the first one through
Them niggas runnin' the last lap, I′m untying my shoe
Takin' flicks with my fans like Brittany on coke
Salmonella sick spitter, watchin' rappers get yolked
Kon love it when I rap this way
It make it easier for anyone on Konvict to keep gettin′ paid
We like Louis in comparison to Gucci from Canal
Like a dark skinned Amex compared to PayPal
Hey gyal, turn around, see the mandem in the back
Eyes low with the custom made Blue Jays hat
That′s my people, makes these little punks get tight
We laugh hard 'cause we showin′ your flaws like black light
I ain't never begged nobody for nothin′ in my life
Trust me, I'll quicker make a crack smoke of my wife
I′m goin' in
Goin' (Yeah), goin′ (Ayy), goin′ (Serious)
I'm goin′ in
Goin', goin′, goin'
I′m goin' in
Some say I have more neuroses than LD
I curb your enthusiasm precisely
New York got me more than Spike Lee
'Cause I leave nicks on your face if you spite me
Talk, I take it lightly
I′m the crocodile hunter, walk through dangerous places, crikey
Who got more checks, stripes or Nike?
Whoever it be, see me rockin′ that nightly
The Launchpad Man take off your night tee
I ain't Ike Turner, I keep on my wife bea-
Tter, KB got the nine milli′ me
I'm a big man, all these cats are mini-mes
Scratch that, they mini-thems
Even with forty percent of me, they can′t drop these gems
Ask me who's my top ten
I′ma mention myself, my shadow, my fame, and no more men
I'm goin' in
Goin′ (Yeah), goin′ (Ayy), goin' (Serious)
I′m goin' in
Goin′, goin', goin′
I'm goin' in
Ayo, my group is in the whip, one hand on the wheel
One eye on the law, ten dreams for the deal
I don′t need street cred′, I'm street readily available
Favorable, put all of your money on the table
Bet what you got and I bet you gon′ flop
'Cause ain′t nobody gon' listen to you outside of your block
I′m outside of the Dot in a Benzo taxi
Fifteen stacks, so don't bother, get at me
Tough guy talk seem so passé
That's French for fuck off, vocabulary classé
Lurk, still livin′ in this day
Niggas claim they the shit, I can′t see 'em like Charles
Ray, ain′t nobody comin' close to ours
Don′t get offended, my nigga, they just bars
Close your legs, gyal, what? They just stars
Tomorrow them gone like SARS
I'm goin′ in
Goin' (Yeah), goin' (Ayy), goin′ (Serious)
I′m goin' in
Goin′, goin', goin′
I'm goin′ in
Let the beats control your body
Let the beats control your body
Let the beats control your body
Hello?
Writer(s): Jason D. Harrow, Alexander Junior Grant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

