Method Man And Redman - Blackout Lyrics

Send "Blackout" ringtone to your cell

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

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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

Send "Blackout" ringtone to your cell