Blackout Lyrics
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Blackout Lyricsby Method Man & Redman Buy album CD: Blackout! It's Funk Doc where da weed at, bitch? I speed back wist, down to one way from cops See thas' shit? Believe thas' shit! Slaughter straight to camcorder, I'm too hot for TV Back draw water My windpipes attached to project-ballers You yell, "Turn the heat down!" My voice, divi-di-round-sound, some heard round town And chances are y'all leavin', round now Wait later, will make Funk page paper Date Raper with Juveline 8th Graders Hit the High School at 187 Caesar When I bust y'all need to back 4 acres Doc y'all and that's my man JabberJaw The shit list ready, who next to scratch off? I'm from the underground, my sound lib Platform shoes to bitches, 400 pounds! Get up stand up, back up, push up Jump up, act up To make you feel it Stick 'em, stick 'em, say stick 'em, stick 'em Yo' blackout, shoot out smoked out move out Even knock ya tooth out To make y'all feel it Stick 'em, stick 'em, say stick 'em, stick 'em Now I'm the streettalkin', dogwalkin' Approach me with extreme caution, oh now you frocin' My hand that rock yo' cradle often I'm hot-scorchin' But stone cold like Steve Austin If you smell what Tical cookin', ain't tryin' to see central bookin' So till ya gon' stop lookin', know what you did last summer? So I started hookin', you past shookin' Offer open can of ass-whoopin'? Ain't no tomorrow's in the Method's Little Shop Of Horrors Go ask your father who the father from the Hill to Harbor You know tha saga, marijuana blunts and Goldschlager With deadly medley, y'all ain't ready for Shakwon and Reggie Don't even bother To radio for back-up Alright then, ya man got slapped up extorted for his icin' Street life is triflin', body over here Nigga pull a Tyson and bite a nigga' ear Precisin', slicin' juggerless the cut-crew Ruggeder, Predator, Viking, ex cetera People's champ, niggaz be takin' off competitors Reachin' for the microphone, relax and light a bone Straight from the Catacombs the Children Of The Corn That don't got a clue, prepare for desert storm! Get up stand up, back up, push up Jump up, act up To make you feel it Stick 'em, stick 'em, say stick 'em, stick 'em Yo' blackout, shoot out smoked out move out Even knock ya tooth out To make y'all feel it Stick 'em, stick 'em, say stick 'em, stick 'em I scored 1.1 on my SAT And still push a whip with a right and left AC Gorilla, Big Dog, if my name get called I'm behind the brick wall with arsenic jars Spit poison, got a gun permit draw Gun down at Sundown you keep score! This training course and y'all ain't fit On my crew tombstone put, 'We All Ain't Shit' 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 Zinc So what you think? I'm a blackout on just one drink? You must be crazy! A little off the wall maybe go get a shrink Get up stand up, back up, push up Jump up, act up To make you feel it Stick 'em, stick 'em, say stick 'em, stick 'em Yo' blackout, shoot out smoked out move out Even knock ya tooth out To make y'all feel it Stick 'em, stick 'em, say stick 'em, stick 'em
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