Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice Cube
Vocals
Knoc-Turn'al
Vocals
Mack 10
Vocals
WC
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damion "Damizza" Young
Songwriter
HOWIE HERSH
Songwriter
Royal Habor
Songwriter
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
Dedrick Rolison
Songwriter
William Calhoun
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Damion "Damizza" Young
Producer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ey, that's cool
Y'know
I chill wit' y'all though a little bit, fuck the music
I ain't give a fuck about that ****, and he came hittin' my weed
He came drinkin' my Hen'
Matter fact, if I see him in traffic, even though y'all fuck wit' him, it's on
[Verse 2]
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let's go
Get your party on with me (Get it crackin' in this motherfucker)
Lights out
I'll give you everything you need and more
[Verse 3]
On the mic, I been a demon since seamen
How you screamin', oh mama, here come that young Osama
With that Al-Quaida drama, fuck no
It's the Dalai Lama, wit' that West World Order
Now MC's bow down and treat me like Yoda
When they catch me in the corner at the club, like **** what
They tore up the dub
So you can tell Samuel L. I'ma keep ac'in
You can even tell that motherfucker Jessie Jackson
Pay your child support, keep your payments up
Put a rubber on and don't fuck wit' us
[Verse 4]
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let's go
Get your party on with me
Lights out
I'll give you everything you need and more
[Verse 5]
Mack pull up in the rag, Chevy laid the ass
And crumble green on a zig-zag and lacin' with hash
I keep a 9mm cocked and ready to blast
So when the phone jump off, a **** ready to smash
I drink my 'gnac out the bottle, I don't fuck with a glass
And I ain't sip trippin' dog, that's a thing of the past
And I stay in good shape so my stamina last
And put hands on a motherfucker 'bout my cash
I was a stick up kid, I snatch your chain and dash
And if the pawn shop wanted it, I bound it fast
Or I'm creepin' through your window breakin' out your glass
Then I rob the whole party lookin' through a ski-mask, c'mon
[Verse 6]
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let's go
Get your party on with me
Lights out
I'll give you everything you need and more
[Verse 7]
From the land of the Lakers, bird brakers, Impala peddlers
Well, we chop dollars wit' those in sombreros
It's the check a hoe, when the cutlass checkin' dough
So so ghetto, Dub, let's rep the boat
Ball gritty but a crew of hogs wit' me
And VIP up on Mad Dog 20/20
Dub C. chunkin' up at 23rd
Alphabetical still swiss hangin' like a testicle
Lick 1, 2, to the nose, my bumper wisin'
Take a picture, trick my foes, posin' like the Heisman
I'm burnin' money, tryna slice some, they can tell me
Leave your panties gummy, have you walkin' funny, trick
[Verse 8]
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let's go
Get your party on with me
Lights out
I'll give you everything you need and more
[Verse 9]
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let's go
Get your party on with me
Lights out
I'll give you everything you need and more
[Verse 10]
(Ooh, lights out)
(Ooh, lights out)
(Ooh, lights out)
Written by: Damion "Damizza" Young, Dedrick Rolison, HOWIE HERSH, O'Shea Jackson, Royal Habor, WC, William L. Calhoun