Outta Control [Remix] – Song and Lyrics by 50 Cent

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Outta Control [Remix]’ 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.

Yeah, Shady, Aftermath
I guess you didn’t know
I, be, back for more
Every-body’s, on the floor
Goin’ goin’ outta control
Set it off on yo’ left, dog
Set it off on yo’ right, dog
Set it off
Nigga I said set it off

Sick with it, boy better get with it, what?
In the club I get it goin’, goin’, uh
Just movin’ to the music it’s on
And the sounds of 50 and D-R-E
Everything’s calculated and sound precise
Another move another mill’, let’s get right aight?
Success is my drug of choice, I’m high off life
Feelin’ lucky enough to bet it all on the dice
Shorty do what you wanna do, hit the dancefloor
And move how you wanna move, later on
We can cruise if you wanna cruise, it’s whatever you want
The fact is I got more than I flaunt, yeah

I do my thang, in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dancefloor jampacked, look
I got ’em goin’ goin’ outta control
Set it off on yo’ left, dog
Set it off on yo’ right, dog
Set it off
Nigga I said set it off

System thumpin’, dancefloor jumpin’
We 30 deep in this bitch, we stuntin’
That’s what you get, you in my hood
I thought you understood, you know me
V.I.P., no ID
Bottles of DP, I do it real B-I-G
Bitches break their neck to be where I be
Take ’em to ecstasy, without ecstasy
I’m a chef you need the hit I got the recipe
Doc got the antidote, it’s in the drums and the notes
Can you feel it? Em said for me to make you feel it
And remind you that you rockin’ with the realest

I do my thang, in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dancefloor jampacked, look
I got ’em goin’ goin’ outta control
Set it off on yo’ left, dog
Set it off on yo’ right, dog
Set it off
Nigga I said set it off

I’m hot boy, I’m burnin’ up
I do my thang in the club with the burner tucked
‘Til the speakers all blown, we gon’ turn it up
And do that damn thang, yeah do that mayne
Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
Get to poppin’ and shakin’ that thing on the flo’
A little dose of it, now I want some more
Nobody put that thang on me like that before
I be a fiend for it, it’s the way you move
But I ain’t payin’ for it, cause I ain’t no fool
If you okay with it, tonight I stay with it
Hit the telly play with it in a major way get it

I do my thang, in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dancefloor jampacked, look
I got ’em goin’ goin’ outta control
Set it off on yo’ left, dog
Set it off on yo’ right, dog
Set it off
Nigga I said set it off