Method Man - Redman - Black out
(album "Black out", lu 1391 fois)

[Redman]
It's Funk Doc / Where da weed at, bitch?
I speed back, wisk down a one-way from cops
See that shit?! / Believe that shit!
Slaughter straight to camcorder, I'm too hot for TV
Backdraw water, my windpipes attached to Project-ballers
You yell: "Turn the heat down!" / My voice, DVD round sound, some herb round town
And chances of ya'll leavin', round now / Wait later, will make front page paper
Date raper with juvenile 8th graders / Hit the High School at 187 Caesar
When I bust ya'll need to back 4 acers / Doc ya'll and that's my man, jabber jaw
The shit list ready, who next to scratch off? / I'm from the underground, my sound live
Platform shoes to bitches, 400 pounds!
[Chorus]
Get up, stand up, back up, push em
Jump up, act up, to make you feel it
Brrrrr...Stick em, ha ha ha, stick em
Brrrrr...Stick em, ha ha ha, stick em
Yo' Blackout, shoot out, smoke out
Move out, even knock the tooth out to make y’all feel it
Brrrrr...Stick em, ha ha ha, stick em
Brrrrr...Stick em, ha ha ha, stick em
[Meth]
I'm the street talkin', dog walkin' / Approach me with extreme caution, oh, now you forcin'?
My hand will rock your cradle often / I'm hot scorchin', but stone cold like Steve Austin
If you smell what Tical cookin', ain't try to see since you bookin'
So tell ya goon, stop lookin', know what you did last summer
So I started hookin', you past shookin' off a open can of ass whoopin'
Ain't no tomorrows in the Method's Little Shop Of Horrors
Go ask your father who the father from the Hilbill harbour
You know tha saga, marijuana, plush, and gold sluggaz
With deadly medley, ya'll ain't ready for Shakwon and Reggie
Don't even bother, the radio for back-up / Alright then, ya man got slapped up, extorted for his icin'
Streetlife is triflin' *Body over here...!* / Don’t make me pull a Tyson and bite a nigga' ear
Precisin', slicin' jugglers the cut through /Ruggeder, Predator, Viking, etcetera
People's champ, niggaz be takin' all competitors / Reachin' for the microphone, relax and light a bone
Straight from the Cati cone / The Children Of The Corn, that don't got a clue
Prepare for desert storm!
[Chorus]
I scored 1.1 on my SAT
And still pushin' whip with a right and left AC
Gorilla, Big Dog, if my name get called
I'm behind the brickwall with arsonic jaws
Spit poison, got a gun permit draw
Gundown at Sundown you keep score!
This training-course and ya'll ain't fit
On my crew-tombstone put 'We All Ain't Shit'
[Meth]
Yo', all you gonna be, wanna be
When will you learn? Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta wait ya turn
I spit a .41 Revolver on New Year's Eve
With the mic in my hand I mutilate m.c.'s
The most slept on since rip van wink
My shit stink with every element from A to Z
So what you think? I'ma blackout on just one drink?
You must be crazy! A little off the wall maybe
Go get a shrink...
[Chorus]

"Method Man - Redman - Black out"
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