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(Rock) |
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I ain't blackin' out yet, man. Yo fuck with dat. |
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Just spark...just spark all the rest of them L's, son so we can all just BLACK |
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OUT! |
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(BJ Swan) |
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I get the best of the best T-H-C, C-O-U-N-T |
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whether from Jamaica or Hawaii, I stay comin up with that Jumanji |
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C'mon I thought you knew bout a brother like me |
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with a name like Swan... |
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(Rock) |
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You's a buddha junkie! |
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(BJ Swan) |
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chase the taste of the elegance flowin' in the bass |
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when we in the place, party people know they gotta wait |
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cause when Boot Camp niggas in the place to be |
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our only mission is to make you Black O-U-T, C'mon |
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(Rock) |
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C'mon, Poster Poster on the wall, who get's the blackest of them all? |
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Mr. MALDU! smokin lah till I Black Out |
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sometimes it make a nigga rhyme till I Black Out |
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now the'll be plenty ways to Black Out |
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one way is gettin mashed out, or bringin yo ass out the Bummy Jab house |
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and break yo mask out cause the smoke'll make you gag |
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spliff after spliff till you flat on yo ass |
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(chorus x 2) |
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I'm fallin' |
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I'm fallin' |
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I'm fallin' |
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Black Out's callin' |
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(Starang) |
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In the Double D, thinkin bout all the shit that worry me |
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me and Ville Sluggah had the all black bubbly |
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North Face Goose, cuttin' loose sticks and seeds out the weed |
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remember that shit? |
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(Louieville Sluggah) |
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True indeed... |
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(Starang) |
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Yo, when I wake up, I take a hit of the spliff |
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word up a lot of muthafuckas start they day like this |
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(Louieville Sluggah) |
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but they'll be no more smoke for me |
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pull up the Henny, so I can feel my bod drizzy |
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and max with my staff maintain and keep it nature |
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no chaser, straight up cause this shit is major |
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gotta page goin' off in range |
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sayin' bring my fuckin' whip back around the way |
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(Starang) |
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OK, now we out on the FDR |
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we both stoned out our minds, we probably won't get far |
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(chorus x 2) |
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I'm fallin' |
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I'm fallin' |
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I'm fallin' |
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Black Out's callin me |
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(Supreme) |
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As I choke from the smoke, throat hot like a kitchen |
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eyes heavy from the rezi when the room kept spinnin' |
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in an instant, I could of swore I saw the Reaper |
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THE REZI MONSTER, stuttered and uttered "nice to meet ya" |
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grabbed me in the sleeper, he said "smoke on this" |
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he said "nigga, I got some shit for yo rezi spliff" |
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that's when he pulled the hash out, I maxed out ready to pass out |
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living evidence the rezi spliff make yaaa... |
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(Steele) |
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a sin like entities on an astroplane |
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crack the Bible, hit the chalice to uplift my brain |
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no strain, meditation helps me to maintain |
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(singing)"me only smokin' sensi, me no sniff cocaine" |
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so do what you do to remain, till we return a-gain |
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back on to blackness from which we came |
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(Illa Noyz) |
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my day starts with a yawn in the early morn, what |
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off to the weed spot to ease tension off my knot |
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twist up the choc-o-lot, and the Fronto to make the brainz blo |
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that's alright, 24-7 that's how we flow, just lettin' you know |
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even in blackness we activists, act as if yo ass won't get dissed |
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get busy like drizzy, act like drazy leave you Swayze |
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even in my state of blackness, I'll attack the wackest |
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nigga with fanatics or dramatics, you're done in |
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come with the shit, I bring the havoc |
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(chorus x 4) |
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I'm fallin' |
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I'm fallin' |
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I'm fallin' |
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Black Out's callin me |
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(BJ Swan) |
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fuckin with me dude, you gon' BLACK OUT |
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fuckin' wit' me, you gon' BLACK OUT |
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come around my way, you gon' BLACK OUT |
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out in LA they BLACK OUT |
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out in M-I-A they BLACK OUT |
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out in VA they BLACK OUT |
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Washington, D.C. they BLACK OUT |
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all over, they BLACK OUT |
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(ROCK) |
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Cocoa B's will make ya...BLACK OUT |
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Tawl Sean will make ya...BLACK OUT |
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Ben Grimm will make ya...BLACK OUT |
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Everybody will make ya...BLACK OUT |
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The Boot Camp will make ya...BLACK OUT |
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Oh yeah baby...BLACK OUT |
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everybody gonna Black the fuck out |
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Yo, get yo fat humfy, steamy mound of turds off my muthafuckin' couch |
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Black the fuck out, man |
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(Supreme) |
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get yo fat, stink, chubby ass the fuck up and stop... |
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(Rock) |
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Yo, blow his nostrils up, son. Hold Up Hold Up |
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(Black Out victim coughing hard) |
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(Supreme) |
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look at the smoke all in his hair and shit... |
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(Swan) |
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look at the nigga, he about to DIE! look at that nigga Mark Brown, fatso nigga's |
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blacked out |
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(Rock) |
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that's what happen when you Black Out, you wake up with your nostrils on fire |
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and shit...BLACK OUT |
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black the fuck out, man |
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BLACK OUT BLACK OUT BLACK OUT BLACK OUT BLACK OUT BLACK OUT BLACK OUT BLACK OUT |
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BLACK OUT BLACK OUT BLACK OUT BLACK OUT... |
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all the P.J. niggas and all the wannabe killas...Black Out... |
