Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blackout , by - Dominion. Release date: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
Blackout |
| Jay! |
| Fuck that |
| This is it right here baby! |
| You know what it is Yo I used to have bad luck |
| Now you might see me in a Jag truck |
| Mad stuck either with a dime or a bad duck |
| Double R T with the matchin bandana |
| 38 snub blue steel with no hammer |
| And I see all ya niggaz tryin to glance at the Kiss |
| Cuz I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist |
| Phonin your women, drunk off Corona’s and lemon |
| And you know I’m still right in the main |
| Light in the green |
| I need to bug it even though I look right in the beam |
| Judge find out it’s my team, he boost they bails |
| Niggaz floss on their album, try to boost their sales |
| We put our pies on the table when our eyes on a label |
| Cuz them rednecks up in the mountains will try to slay you |
| Call me raspy tell you what I want you to know |
| Fuck what you ask me you probably don’t want me to blow |
| I got a lot of horsepower so I’m able to stick |
| Usually a good nigga even though I’m able to flip |
| You pay 30 for the 'Kiss, 100 for The L.O.X> |
| And if we coo', then I write a hook for a drop |
| Whatever’s in the bank is my bet |
| A zebu’s my pet |
| And get in the bed and with the legs then that |
| Aiyyo, when my gun bust send niggaz to the fish like swamps and |
| New York’s youngest Bumpy Johnson |
| I put fear in y’all heads |
| Sheek looks type a nigga that gasoline yall beds |
| And that’s warning |
| If you all alive in the morning, that’s fine |
| Now I suggest you hit the block and get what’s rightfully mine |
| I want PC, see me tuck in your chains |
| I got niggaz my pops say that lifestyle ain’t changed |
| It’s like wake up move a brick half-of-a-slow |
| Make car money check with Sheek go fuck with a hoe |
| I rock a waste slim mink do-rag under my fittish |
| And I don’t need rework waves, Timbs be halfway new |
| That Sheek in the dresser club cuz I don’t fuck with shoes |
| And from a nigga’s life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told |
| I put 30 in your head, all in the same hole |
| Cuz we all got the same goal and you tryin to tamper with mine |
| Don’t make me mothafuckin leave you with some shit in your spine |
| Fuck with me, you be a was nigga |
| Nigga was dope |
| Nigga was gettin money before I extorted your coke |
| What, you crazy? |
| Aiyyo, catch me with a 38, box and shells |
| In a 98 Lincoln eatin pasta shells |
| Order to go, always got a box of L’s |
| Blow, stay on the low |
| Get a Henney and swig |
| I Penuro so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig |
| I pop shit cuz I’m the second best, the first was B.I.G. |
| Y’all niggaz is shunned out, let me speak to your father |
| Cuz I like to play chess and I swing the revolver |
| If I don’t like a nigga, I don’t even be bothered |
| I spit, I’m just a crooked nigga goin legit |
| You hold your nine if you holdin a brick |
| Common sense, that drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent |
| L.O.X. |
| get respect like Sunny from Bronx Tale |
| Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel |
| Thirsty to live all y’all niggaz eager to die |
| I tell all my niggaz ride |
| You won’t leave with a dime, motherfuckers |
| Yeah, yeah, I’m a monster |
| Sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers |
| Ghetto nigga puttin up Will Smith numbers |
| Surrounded by 6's and Hummers |
| Bitches among us Try not to let this bullshit become us This started from hunger, tell it all when they sane |
| Now bitches notice the chains now that I’ve hit my number |
| The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted |
| The beeper done change |
| You dead bitch, the Reaper done came |
| I suggest niggaz stop speakin my name |
| Cause trust me, y’all can still feel the heat in the rain |
| I keep creepin, streets keep watchin I keep poppin |
| Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin |
| Jay flow pesos chase hoes NOT |
| I just circle around the block in a drop |
| Tell them to jump through the top |
| Where the sun roof used to be |
| I could see y’all not used to me Nigga flows like none other |
| I’m the meanest, toughest Don Dutta, the gun butcha |
| You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya |
| I’m the type that get excited when the gun touch ya Motherfuckers |
| I’m headed nowhere fast run in the place gun in my waste |
| Niggaz wanted to taste but wouldn’t come to my face |
| So what that mean you cats is playin games again |
| So what I do start namin names again (what!) |
| All you motherfuckers know that I speak from the heart (uh!) |
| Play like you dunno and L.O.X. |
| is gonna bark |
| We can take it there but to make it fair, get some mo niggaz |
| Styles, Sheek, Jay we comin with like 4 niggaz (aight!) |
| Y’all niggaz besta stop playin |
| It’d be the ones you forgotten about |
| That’ll get you shot in your mouth |
| Plus it’s all gravy like chicken when it’s smothered |
| It’s dark and I LOVE IT! |
| get him, boy let him loose |
| You want it with the dogg, let the gun, let him shoot |