Blackout lyrics

[Intro]: Meth



*All my people...!*



[Redman]



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 t.v.

Backdraw water, my windpipes attached to Project-ballers

You yell: `Turn the heat down!`

My voice, diggi-di-round-sound, some herb round town

And chances of ya`ll leavin`, round now

Wait later, will make Funk page paper

They rape up the Juveline Ave Graders

Hit the High School at 187 Caesar

When I bust ya`ll need to back 4 achers

Doc ya`ll and that`s my man Jap-A-Jaw

The shitlist ready, who next to scratch off?

I`m from the underground, my soundlib

Platform shoes to bitches, 400 pounds!



[Chorus]: Meth & Red



GET UP, STAND UP, BACK UP, PUSH `EM

JUMP UP, ACT UP TO MAKE YOU FEEL IT!

Brrrrr...STICK `EM, HA-HAHA STICK `EM

Brrrrr...STICK `EM, HA-HAHA STICK `EM

Yo` BLACKOUT, SHOOT OUT, SMOKED OUT

MOVE OUT, EVEN KNOCK THE TOOTH OUT, TO MAKE YA`LL FEEL IT!

Brrrrr...STICK `EM, HA-HAHA STICK `EM

Brrrrr...STICK `EM, HA-HAHA STICK `EM



[Meth]



Now I`m the streettalkin`, dogwalkin`

A pursuit with extreme caution, OH NOW YOU FORCIN`?

My hand that rock yo` cradle often

I`m hot-scorchin`, but stome cold like Steve Austin

If you smell what Tical cookin`, ain`t try to see, send you bookin`

So til ya gon` stop lookin`, now what you did last summer?

So I started hookin`, you past shookin`

Over open can I ass-whoopin`?

Ain`t no Tamara`s in the Method`s Little Shop Of Horrors

Go ask your father who the father from the Hilbill harbour

You know tha saga, marihuana plushin` 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...!*

Come meet me like Tyson and bite a nigga` ear

Precisin`, slicin` juggerless the cut-crew

Ruggeder, Predator, Viking, Exatorer

People`s champ, niggaz be takin` off competetors

Reachin` for the microphone, relax and light a bone

Straight from the Caticone

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 caught

I`m behind the brickwall with Aus and Nick 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 slapped on ? and 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]
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