Performed by TLC
From the 1999 album, FanMail
Shout!
What's up ya'll
(Owwww)
This Left Eye on the track
(Owwww)
My girl T-Boz over to my left
(Owwww)
Chilli is on my right
(Yeah)
We're gonna teach ya'll to shout
(Owwww)
Uhh
(Owwww)
Check it out
(Owwww, yeah)
Wassup
Wassup
Ooooh...
Same damn time every hurt or two
Something can happen to put me in the mood
Keep it inside till I turn dark blue
Trash everything I ever gave to you
Wrote it on the front of your Lexus Coupe
Didn't want to leave you, what a lame excuse
Sex so good turns love to abuse
When you wanna leave it's got you in a noose
Bridge:
It's not just when I'm in bed
Sometimes I'm so frustrated
I keep it all in my head
Till I just can't take it no more
It's not just when I get mad
Sometimes it's cuz I'm so glad
That you are near me now
I just have to get it out
Chorus:
Shout!
You gotta let me get it out
You gotta let it go away
Don't wanna spend another day
On this I feel like you make me
Shout!
You gotta let me get it out
The feeling won't go away
Don't wanna spend another day
On this I feel like you make me
Shout!
Found somethin' in your pocket
And I don't know why
I didn't say nothing, just sat and cried
Got me twisted all out inside
Not too long before the next ride
Over and over and over again
Instead of lettin' out I always let it in
This is where the confusion begins
Cuz if it don't make me you don't win
Chorus
Baby, just tell me what you wanna do
I can't help bein' in love with you
But sometimes I need you to turn meout
Cuz that's what lovin' is all about
Baby, just tell me what you wanna do
I can't help bein' in love with you
But sometimes I need you to turn me out
Cuz that's what lovin' is all about
Yeah
(Shout!)
Check it
I knew that it was only time
Before my rhymes
Would dig into my mind
And get crazy out of line
I do my best
To never disrespect
My girls in TLC
Or my fans so let me
Speak my love and peace
All about
In this world full of doubt
Is you down for the count
Do your hopes still amount
To the price that we pay
To remain up in this crucial game
Call it a test
A game of chess
Let's play
Me and you
One on one
Breakin' the ice
Till the water runs
Down my face
Like a chase
Now do you hear the guns?
Here I come and won't quit
Until the job is done
Quiet storms will inform you
That I've just begun
Grippin' the spot
Till it's hot
If you want what I got
See me down to the dot dot com
And keep it comin' with your best shot
If you're short a Camelot
then let's not
Chorus