Ready? Yeah, uh-huh Takes lyrical fitness to do this
Can't send a boy to do a man's job Y'know what I'm sayin, what it is It's the black out It's the black Mouth with the south side Floss over mouth wide Barbados Converse Show far cover eyes Hot like summer life Ladies say "lover guy" "Better yet loverman" So, so Chava-like Spit flames, yeah they so lava-like Hot like Cajun Bi-racial, half black, half amazin' Bitches stay honorin' Niggas stay followin' Y'all be acknwoledgin' Y'all come short-Napoleon complex I'm complex with concepts that bomb heads Onstage, with hands up like bomb threats Make niggas straight go nuts like 'Nam vets Do it on the smooth when I catch up on these groo-groo-grooves Then i catch like a Dodger Fake it like a father Niggas wanna battle, why bother? They would shoot off like a revolver Cause it's the blackout It's the blackoutAin't no joke on the mic The lyrical I be kickin' the physical for my hittin' centrifugal force spittin' Go ill, the place where my home sittin' Don't stay driftin' and makin' a buck griftin' Nice 'round mics, like I was Scott Pippen Poof, air it out like Mark and Mar Griffin Talk so thick an' never a mind slippin' Fresh off tour, so yes, I stay trippin' Verbal stay filppin' like Mary Lou Retton Cripple paper made like it was a concealed weapon Definition-don't, no question Flexin' Gold's Gym style when I catch on a crew Cool, calm, collected, did I mention I was cool? Cool, calm, collected, did I mention I was cool? Cool, calm, collected, did I mention I was cool? Cool, cool... And It's the blackout It's the blackoutTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
