Buggin Out 09 by Consequence Lyrics
[Verse 1: Consequence]
Yo! Microphone check, 1, 2, what is this?
Cons took a check from every boss in the business
You can't be mad at me, thanks for having me
I'm from the same borough as Mobb Deep and Tragedy
Might be on Chelsea Lately because of all the fame
So I spit a little game, maybe let her wear the chain
Because styles upon styles upon styles is what I have
I'm dropping 20,000 when I'm up on 5th Ave
I wear Dior sneakers 'cause the boy's getting cash
And when we in the club, yeah, I swing a Louis rag
When it comes to the devils, I'm not a half-stepper
To pass weed is speedier than graffiti on the leather
Refuse to compete with B.S. competition
That couldn't get signed if they had a petition
I never walk the streets thinking it's all about me
But I know niggas scheming, so it's under the seat
I just try my best not to dumb on out
A Tribe with the Cons, so you must be buggin' out
[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
Yo, a few new stations put me in rotation
They've embraced the martian—congratulations
Now my knots is too, too thick
Broskis running up asking me to do their favourite hit
With finesse, spit a verse and occasionally, I blurt out
I'll strike a chord, and you can thank the Lord
As I go in between ('Tween) the glitz and the glam (Glam)
Listen my submission is the wishes of the fam-o
As a segway, I am alone
I'm chilling with mine, and you should go and get your own
Smoking my weed because it's therapy for me
When everything seems bleak 'cause the devils I foresee
You, me, I, fly
You can't be me because your flow is too shy
I know I'd be the man if I could cold pull the plug on the AutoTune
But I can't and that's bug
[Hook]
Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out
Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out
Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out
Tribe— Tribe with the Cons, so you must be buggin' out
Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out
Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out
Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out
Tribe— Tribe with the Cons, so you must be buggin' out
Yo! Microphone check, 1, 2, what is this?
Cons took a check from every boss in the business
You can't be mad at me, thanks for having me
I'm from the same borough as Mobb Deep and Tragedy
Might be on Chelsea Lately because of all the fame
So I spit a little game, maybe let her wear the chain
Because styles upon styles upon styles is what I have
I'm dropping 20,000 when I'm up on 5th Ave
I wear Dior sneakers 'cause the boy's getting cash
And when we in the club, yeah, I swing a Louis rag
When it comes to the devils, I'm not a half-stepper
To pass weed is speedier than graffiti on the leather
Refuse to compete with B.S. competition
That couldn't get signed if they had a petition
I never walk the streets thinking it's all about me
But I know niggas scheming, so it's under the seat
I just try my best not to dumb on out
A Tribe with the Cons, so you must be buggin' out
[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
Yo, a few new stations put me in rotation
They've embraced the martian—congratulations
Now my knots is too, too thick
Broskis running up asking me to do their favourite hit
With finesse, spit a verse and occasionally, I blurt out
I'll strike a chord, and you can thank the Lord
As I go in between ('Tween) the glitz and the glam (Glam)
Listen my submission is the wishes of the fam-o
As a segway, I am alone
I'm chilling with mine, and you should go and get your own
Smoking my weed because it's therapy for me
When everything seems bleak 'cause the devils I foresee
You, me, I, fly
You can't be me because your flow is too shy
I know I'd be the man if I could cold pull the plug on the AutoTune
But I can't and that's bug
[Hook]
Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out
Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out
Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out
Tribe— Tribe with the Cons, so you must be buggin' out
Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out
Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out
Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out
Tribe— Tribe with the Cons, so you must be buggin' out