Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Outlaw [Explicit Version] [Version]’ by 50 Cent. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 50 Cent or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Outlaw, we lawless
We ballin’ out, nigga, regardless
Everything VVS, we flawless
When I stunt, I stunt on niggas the hardest
If niggas so hot, why they ain’t got what I got?
My Maybach, my watch, my Hublot
My fat knots, my swag is top-notch (yeah)
My crack spots bring cash in non-stop (uh-huh)
My nigga Rock just came home from Comstock
I got shooters, they ain’t got what I got
Got shit locked, I stunt non-stop
I get it then I blow it how I want, why not?
My bitch cold, I mean hot, sure shot
Come through in the drop, hold the Glock, why not?
9 millimetre, nine shots, big rock
Nine carat stones, I’m in my own zone
Outlaw, yeah-yeah, we lawless
We balling out, yeah, regardless
VVS, yeah-yeah, we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do (yeah)
Outlaw, yeah-yeah, we lawless
We balling out, yeah, regardless
VVS, yeah-yeah, we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do
You wan’ get shot? Go ‘head, run up in my spot
My lawyers’ll have me out by one o’clock
Go ‘head, get dropped trying to take what I got
My diamonds twinkle over my Izod
My gun pop, tell me why would you try that?
Porsche Turbo, Cayenne I’ll buy that
G5 jet, pilot, I’ll fly that
Burn good shit, get as high as I get
My mind’s sick, I’m criminal-minded
Shorty ass fat, I want to bump and grind that
Groupie love bitch, your left breast? I’ll sign that
I’m CEO ho, you ain’t know? (Woo)
Outlaw, yeah-yeah, we lawless
We balling out, yeah, regardless
VVS, yeah-yeah, we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do (yeah)
Outlaw, yeah-yeah, we lawless
We balling out, yeah, regardless
VVS, yeah-yeah, we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do
New York party of the year, my spot (my spot)
These bitches look so good, oh my God
Looking at the man in the mirror, I’m so hot
Shorty want to cut, cool, make sure the door locked
Off with the Gucci, down go my Louis
Out come my “Ooh-wee,” do me, baby do me
Like a porn star ’til you hit my spot
My bed rock, back and forth when I’m on top
My back shots, they are sorta like crack rocks
I give it all I got, non-stop ’til sweat drop
I damage I wreck shop, I come through correct, I
I give her what she need ’til it’s hard to breathe (ayy)
Outlaw, yeah-yeah, we lawless
We balling out, yeah, regardless
VVS, yeah-yeah, we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do (yeah)
Outlaw, yeah-yeah, we lawless
We balling out, yeah, regardless
VVS, yeah-yeah, we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do (yeah)