Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blackout, artist - Dominion.
Date of issue: 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 |