"Get Out! (Remix)" lyrics

"It's 8:05. This is Phyllis in the office. The cat is out on the patio. If it jumps one more time, your butts are in the street. I am sick and tired of your activities, your cat, and your untruths with me. I'm gonna call you tomorrow when you're home, and you can explain a lot of things to me 'cause I'm sick and tired of your bullshit. Goodnight."

My place is not a home
Don't make no difference, but I have found
That I need a place to stay
I never listen to what the landlord man say
You should've seen the flops in my house
We was jumping on walls and kicking ceilings
Nowadays people listen to me when I say... "Get out!"

"They're driving me fucking nuts in here, chief. I gotta get rid of these fruitcakes."

Hold me and don't let go
Don't make no difference that you're a ho
'Cause I need a place to stay
A new disease was just the price I paid
In days of old, that's how it used to be, oh yes, indeed
That girl is dead to me now and I say... "Get out!"

Let the loving take a hold over me
Let the loving take a hold over me
Follow me, Long Beach Posse
'Cause all I see is your fussing and fighting
1992 so lets all start uniting
Put your hands together be the best you can be
Let this jam take us to 1993
Stay positive and the love will come back to me

Some jealous punk
Snuck up around the back
Tried to take the loving over me
Lord I got into a fist fight
And wound up in jail all night