Zilla!
Fist!
Ha!
An animal with hawks, what a rush!
Kicks is Chun-Li, i'm throwing up Sagat uppercuts
I been Street Fightin', school, park or the subway
Bayside, by the shipping dock, or a runway
Cold cut, tough guy hands, that talk gunplay
My facts, keep the energy strong, like One-A-Day
Jay'll slay like Kay, but I don't DJ
I got chicks, who lay scratches on you like turntables
Bars in collection, like Aesop's fables
Poetry is like my wife, gotta stay faithful
Nutty jawns, envious, watching from these angles
Lined up, looking like they horses at a stable
Ride or die, we be fighting, like Streets of Rage
Lurking on the opps, like we Axel and Blaze
Taking cash, extorting all crime bosses
Moving the marathon like, Nip at Slauson
I'm awesome, hoodie still up for Trayvon
F*ck a million man march, million men jog
They wanna kill us, bullets piercing through the artery
Rest in peace to Ahmaud Arbery, we looting at the armory
Benji Franks, red rubber bands, Iron Fist with the van
Be the motherf*ckin' man, the hands like a glock
But I never catch a jam, hard times in my city
Everybody selling Xans
Everybody outside, yeah they wanna loot!
All the girls, Fendi bags, got Jimmy Choo
All the boys, in they 16 karat jewels
The city got no love!
City got no love!
Everybody outside, yeah they wanna loot!
All the girls, Fendi bags, got Jimmy Choo
All the boys, in they 16 karat jewels
The city got no love!
City got no love!
Ayo, i'm like a movie, these new lines fill the cinema
Depending how I feel, make it, Rated-R, sinister
My hood consists of raping foul men, playing minister
And crazy prostitutes, suck dry like a tentacle
Know how I do, sparring hard, getting physical
Practicing, Shotokan and Goju ryu, in the fitness room
Underground and digital, like Humpty Dumpty
Leaving you in one piece, Monkey D. Luffy
Riding on my huffy, kickin' poems like B. Humphrey
Cutting big shit up again, niggas lunchmeat
Rep Philly large, like Southwest, Olney and Kensington
Main ingredient, like cinnamon
Franklins, Bannekers, it's still Benjamin
If you see me publicly, hazard lights signaling
Double parked, selling tees, trademark buddha
Compton or Hawaii, ship the fly shit to you
Storytelling gruesome, like Stephen King
Steven Spielberg, Jordan Peele, Ye and Stan Lee wrote it
You can ask the ice man
My 9-style combat always been the coldest
Snake style midsection
Till' the ribs broken, talk Fist, no hits
Man, you must be joking, i'm a 5'7 warrior
Go to war with the notes, dangerous as gasoline
If you come with the smoke, stats like Derek Jeter
Solo or with the clan, i'm tearing up your whole hood
Like Uchiha, baggy jean squad, no knee highs
Always eating like Raphael, cheese pizzas!
Braided up, fade or the cesar, word to June and Ward Cleaver
Leave the bullshit to the beaver
Lay a 32, like i'm working doubles over Amazon
I'll kill you with the drama like a pantomime
Everybody outside, yeah they wanna loot!
All the girls, Fendi bags, got Jimmy Choo
All the boys, in they 16 karat jewels
The city got no love!
City got no love!
Everybody outside, yeah they wanna loot!
All the girls, Fendi bags, got Jimmy Choo
All the boys, in they 16 karat jewels
The city got no love
City got no love!
Johnny Merk - Erybody Outside (Wanna Loot) Lyrics
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Zilla!
Fist!
Ha!
An animal with hawks, what a rush!
Kicks is Chun-Li, i'm throwing up Sagat uppercuts
I been Street Fightin', school, park or the subway
Bayside, by the shipping dock, or a runway
Cold cut, tough guy hands, that talk gunplay
My facts, keep the energy strong, like One-A-Day
Jay'll slay like Kay, but I don't DJ
I got chicks, who lay scratches on you like turntables
Bars in collection, like Aesop's fables
Poetry is like my wife, gotta stay faithful
Nutty jawns, envious, watching from these angles
Lined up, looking like they horses at a stable
Ride or die, we be fighting, like Streets of Rage
Lurking on the opps, like we Axel and Blaze
Taking cash, extorting all crime bosses
Moving the marathon like, Nip at Slauson
I'm awesome, hoodie still up for Trayvon
F*ck a million man march, million men jog
They wanna kill us, bullets piercing through the artery
Rest in peace to Ahmaud Arbery, we looting at the armory
Benji Franks, red rubber bands, Iron Fist with the van
Be the motherf*ckin' man, the hands like a glock
But I never catch a jam, hard times in my city
Everybody selling Xans
Everybody outside, yeah they wanna loot!
All the girls, Fendi bags, got Jimmy Choo
All the boys, in they 16 karat jewels
The city got no love!
City got no love!
Everybody outside, yeah they wanna loot!
All the girls, Fendi bags, got Jimmy Choo
All the boys, in they 16 karat jewels
The city got no love!
City got no love!
Ayo, i'm like a movie, these new lines fill the cinema
Depending how I feel, make it, Rated-R, sinister
My hood consists of raping foul men, playing minister
And crazy prostitutes, suck dry like a tentacle
Know how I do, sparring hard, getting physical
Practicing, Shotokan and Goju ryu, in the fitness room
Underground and digital, like Humpty Dumpty
Leaving you in one piece, Monkey D. Luffy
Riding on my huffy, kickin' poems like B. Humphrey
Cutting big shit up again, niggas lunchmeat
Rep Philly large, like Southwest, Olney and Kensington
Main ingredient, like cinnamon
Franklins, Bannekers, it's still Benjamin
If you see me publicly, hazard lights signaling
Double parked, selling tees, trademark buddha
Compton or Hawaii, ship the fly shit to you
Storytelling gruesome, like Stephen King
Steven Spielberg, Jordan Peele, Ye and Stan Lee wrote it
You can ask the ice man
My 9-style combat always been the coldest
Snake style midsection
Till' the ribs broken, talk Fist, no hits
Man, you must be joking, i'm a 5'7 warrior
Go to war with the notes, dangerous as gasoline
If you come with the smoke, stats like Derek Jeter
Solo or with the clan, i'm tearing up your whole hood
Like Uchiha, baggy jean squad, no knee highs
Always eating like Raphael, cheese pizzas!
Braided up, fade or the cesar, word to June and Ward Cleaver
Leave the bullshit to the beaver
Lay a 32, like i'm working doubles over Amazon
I'll kill you with the drama like a pantomime
Everybody outside, yeah they wanna loot!
All the girls, Fendi bags, got Jimmy Choo
All the boys, in they 16 karat jewels
The city got no love!
City got no love!
Everybody outside, yeah they wanna loot!
All the girls, Fendi bags, got Jimmy Choo
All the boys, in they 16 karat jewels
The city got no love
City got no love!
Fist!
Ha!
An animal with hawks, what a rush!
Kicks is Chun-Li, i'm throwing up Sagat uppercuts
I been Street Fightin', school, park or the subway
Bayside, by the shipping dock, or a runway
Cold cut, tough guy hands, that talk gunplay
My facts, keep the energy strong, like One-A-Day
Jay'll slay like Kay, but I don't DJ
I got chicks, who lay scratches on you like turntables
Bars in collection, like Aesop's fables
Poetry is like my wife, gotta stay faithful
Nutty jawns, envious, watching from these angles
Lined up, looking like they horses at a stable
Ride or die, we be fighting, like Streets of Rage
Lurking on the opps, like we Axel and Blaze
Taking cash, extorting all crime bosses
Moving the marathon like, Nip at Slauson
I'm awesome, hoodie still up for Trayvon
F*ck a million man march, million men jog
They wanna kill us, bullets piercing through the artery
Rest in peace to Ahmaud Arbery, we looting at the armory
Benji Franks, red rubber bands, Iron Fist with the van
Be the motherf*ckin' man, the hands like a glock
But I never catch a jam, hard times in my city
Everybody selling Xans
Everybody outside, yeah they wanna loot!
All the girls, Fendi bags, got Jimmy Choo
All the boys, in they 16 karat jewels
The city got no love!
City got no love!
Everybody outside, yeah they wanna loot!
All the girls, Fendi bags, got Jimmy Choo
All the boys, in they 16 karat jewels
The city got no love!
City got no love!
Ayo, i'm like a movie, these new lines fill the cinema
Depending how I feel, make it, Rated-R, sinister
My hood consists of raping foul men, playing minister
And crazy prostitutes, suck dry like a tentacle
Know how I do, sparring hard, getting physical
Practicing, Shotokan and Goju ryu, in the fitness room
Underground and digital, like Humpty Dumpty
Leaving you in one piece, Monkey D. Luffy
Riding on my huffy, kickin' poems like B. Humphrey
Cutting big shit up again, niggas lunchmeat
Rep Philly large, like Southwest, Olney and Kensington
Main ingredient, like cinnamon
Franklins, Bannekers, it's still Benjamin
If you see me publicly, hazard lights signaling
Double parked, selling tees, trademark buddha
Compton or Hawaii, ship the fly shit to you
Storytelling gruesome, like Stephen King
Steven Spielberg, Jordan Peele, Ye and Stan Lee wrote it
You can ask the ice man
My 9-style combat always been the coldest
Snake style midsection
Till' the ribs broken, talk Fist, no hits
Man, you must be joking, i'm a 5'7 warrior
Go to war with the notes, dangerous as gasoline
If you come with the smoke, stats like Derek Jeter
Solo or with the clan, i'm tearing up your whole hood
Like Uchiha, baggy jean squad, no knee highs
Always eating like Raphael, cheese pizzas!
Braided up, fade or the cesar, word to June and Ward Cleaver
Leave the bullshit to the beaver
Lay a 32, like i'm working doubles over Amazon
I'll kill you with the drama like a pantomime
Everybody outside, yeah they wanna loot!
All the girls, Fendi bags, got Jimmy Choo
All the boys, in they 16 karat jewels
The city got no love!
City got no love!
Everybody outside, yeah they wanna loot!
All the girls, Fendi bags, got Jimmy Choo
All the boys, in they 16 karat jewels
The city got no love
City got no love!
Writer: John Holmes
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid