• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Wild Out - Ying Yang Twins
• Field Day - Dag Nasty
• Wild Out - Savage
• Fallout 3 - Dan Bull
• Wild Wood - Handsome Family

Eeeeh, Eeeeh
Ooh, Ooh
Eeeeh, Eeeeh
Got alot of booty in your pants
and you got alot got alot of booty in your pants[x7]
and you got enough.....
wild out (wild out)
party! (party)
______ ________?
booty! (booty)
wild out (wild out)[x4]
Yea lil'mama don't be scared up when they told my crunk ain't dead. ___________________??
bring it up slow and drop it down
make that ass go round and round
jiggle it ,wiggle it, drop it low, take it low ,to the flo'
dont you stop girl dont u quit
i love the way you work that shit
the money you get? ____________________
don't try a nigga who are you fucking with?
spread them pussy lips?
bend over to the front girl roll them big ol' hips

here on the beach
I've got the sun, I've got the surf, I've got Mexican food
here on the beach
I stay indoors all day
I don't get my feet wet, I've got nothing to do
I can't believe I was excited
I thought I'd found the perfect place for someone as lazy as me
but now I'm lonely and I wish I had a friend who I could visit sometime
or who might call on me
here on the beach
my mind goes blank and all my money's gone
here on the beach
the urge to get f~cked up becomes overwhelming
(I guess I'll go back to sleep)
I should be writing songs
powerful songs that'll make us money and put us on the charts
but I'm just so bored and I don't really care
about people or money or problems or anything at all
except for going home
anything at all
except for when I'm out of here
next time let's shake it inside out
next time let's shake it inside out
pay no rent
rest in piece I'm back home tomorrow
this could be my last chance
to pass it by
sleeping late, sleep alone
back to work tomorrow
this could be my last chance
and I'll pass it by

(feat. Baby Bash and Angel Dust)
Cold chamber
[Chorus:]
I get wild out in the [? ] Choo hooo
I get loud in the [? ] Choo hoo
I get down in the [? ] Choo hoo
Choochoo choo hooo
Get wildildild choo hoo
Get loudloudloud choo hoo
Get downdowndown choo hoo
Choochoo choo hooo
There's a war going on in the speakers
That bass keeps slappin the tweeters
There's a war going on in the speakers
That bass keeps slappin the tweeters
Dat shorty on the floor
She fine as hell
Make you wanna step up
And grind her tail
Paint a picture
And find the tail
Shawty wanna roll with me
Might as well
Ay I let em goons come thru
Souls in the club like ayyooooo
That's right hell yea I said it
Speak my roots and yea I rep it
Raise that rain man without question
Muscle man
Hustle man without flexin
In the lamba grindin out
Then I hit the clubs straight wildnout
[Chorus]
I don't stunt no more
I'm fall guy
5 foot actin like a tall guy
Your girlfriend was on me like all night
Now she wanna ride like raw hide
Trooper the young do it mover
I'm in a fishin tour
Puttin women on my lure
You need no map girl
I'll show you where it's at
Butta on my back
Like it don't mat
Tell me nothin [? ]
Make it sound real slappy
See the handprint under her panties
War in the speakers
Now how does that sound
I don't kno about you but
I'm a walalalaaaa
[Chorus]
I'm crazy loco wild and bonkers
Checkin out the baby with the big ol knockers
I'm a front six
Daddy from yonkers
I make a storm like I'm one of her sponser
Yeah shes already got a redbull
Gettin ready for the headbull
Late night stay awake till I getchu
Yea just wait till I getchu

Nevermind a rollex i got my pitboy
and i'm ready to make some
capital in the capital
ever scence they dropped
the atomic bomb
you've been hold up in vault 101
and scences your mommas gone
focused on abilitys
perception, endurance, inteligance
agility your skill in these
capireal is clear
and apperently you'll be needed
scence your daddy disappeared
now your a big boy
got your own pit boy
what you need is a pistle
to destroy anyone whos dumb
enough to look for trouble over here.
I've had it up to here
with the fucking overseere
Kill him or go with stealth
don't let nobody see it
now your over ground and out
and the coast is clear
here, a wildfront tier
is what we see
a post-apoctaliptic Washington D.C
You should be heading on wht ever the direction
If your a clever one you'll be
visiting Megaton
you'll meet the residents
and the sheriff Loucus Sims
now you can help him out or end up
shooting him this sort of
drama can cause your karma to
deminish what you do what you need to
when you choose to win
it's law of the wasteland
so all of you waste-man alta stay back
and get a tool face when i pull out my strap
and activate my V.A.T.S
theres no way I'll let these twats escape the blast
I'll blaze away but the way my
rants are rasing fast
a supermutant high on cyco couldn't
take my ass!
I've never seen a blade of grass
this place is shit so i need to locate the Garden of Eden
creation-kit but before i do that man
its time to raction I have got to find the balentin between
the rival fractions the battles gettin hyperactive
radioactive rinyes rangers,talcons and the salvage raiders paction
confict with the enclave crushing
us under the hill but I keep bloody real
with the Brotherhood of Steel
we're heading for the war to end all wars
not to mention all the sentry bots
centors and deathclaws
you best pack a deadly force
or you'll end up getting in more than you think that than
just a stimpack is plenty for
never looking better hevey weapons
and glocks cuz no matter hard you are theres always an
enemy worse
(ladaladla)
its the motha-fucking DAWG
THREE-DOG!!!
(ladadada)
I'm on the radio in fallout 3
You better make your way to rivet City
and speak to Dr.Lee
about project purity
when you installed John Henry's FCC

Give me a swamp, a deep dark bog
Where I can lose my way in pools of slippery mud
Give me cold, cold rain; a cloud of stinging bugs
Deadly nightshade, poison oak; give me the wild, wild wood
The wild, the wild, wild, wild wood
We can dress in skins, wrap our feet in bark
And you can growl at me or hit me with a rock
When you want to say, "I love you" in the dark
And I will bark like a dog in your arms
In the wild, the wild, wild, wild wood
We can make a god out of sticks and bones
Or we can pray to the trees or pray to the sun
And our eyes will shine when we start to scream
With the hungry wolves outside our freezing cave