Name: Blackout
Duration: 4 min 53 s
Description: Слушайте песню Blackout - Various Artists онлайн с альбома The Ultimate Skate Hip-Hop Album в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:53. Год выхода - 2019

The Ultimate Skate Hip-Hop Album

Various Artists

Ali Bomaye

Hustlin'

I'm On One

Paragraph President

Smile

Sunshine

We Will Not

Sacrifices

Gook

Marble Floors

I'm Bad

Chief Rocka

Blackout

Yo, I used to have bad luck, now you might see me in a Jag' truck

Masked up, either with a dime or a bad duck

And I see y'all niggas tryna glance at the 'Kiss

'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist

Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon

And you know I'm still writing the mean, lighting the green

I need the buggy, even though I look right in the beam

Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails

Niggas throw us on they album, try to boost they sales

We put our pies on the table and our eyes on a label

'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll 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 skip

Usually a good nigga, even though I'm able to flip

You pay 30 for the 'Kiss (uh-huh), a hundred for The LOX (yeah)

And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop

Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a Z-bull's my pet

And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck (uh-huh, yeah, ayo)

Yo, when my gun bust, send niggas to the fish like Swanson

New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads

Sheek Louch, type of nigga gasoline y'all 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 got niggas my pop's age that lifestyle ain't changed

It's like, wake up, move a brick, half of it slow

Make car money, check with Sheek, go fuck with a ho (ha)

I rock a waist-length mink, durag under my fitted (style on these niggas)

And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new (huh?)

That's Sheek in the dress-up club, 'cause I don't fuck with shoes

And for my nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told

I put 30 in your head, all in the same hole

'Cause we got the same goal and you try and tamper with mine?

Don't make me motherfuckin' leave you with some shit in your spine

Fuck with me, you be a was nigga, nigga was dope

Nigga was gettin' money 'fore I extorted your coke

Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and swig

I'm Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig

I pop shit 'cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G

Y'all niggas is sonned out, let me speak to your father

'Cause 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 going legit

You hold your .9 if you holding a brick, common sense

Fed' drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent

L-O-X get respect like Sonny from Bronx Tale

Thirsty to live, oh, y'all niggas eager to die?

I tell all my niggas ride, you won't leave with a dime, motherfucker

Yeah, yeah, I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters

Surrounded by Sixes and Hummers, bitches among us

Trying not to let this bullshit become us

It started from hunger 'til it all went insane

Now, bitches notice the chains, now that I hit my number

The chickens I twisted (ugh), see the digits unlisted (yeah)

The beeper done changed, your dead, bitch

The reaper done came, I suggest niggas stop speaking my name

'Cause trust me, y'all could still feel the heat in the rain

I keep creepin', streets keep watchin', I keep poppin'

Niggas is hotheads and the bullets is heat-seeking

I'm the meanest, toughest, Don Dada to gun-butt ya

You the type to bust a lot of shots and none touch you (fuck)

I'm the type that get excited when the gun touch ya, motherfuckers (ugh)

Y'all niggas 'bout to witness a dynasty like no other (uh-huh-uh-huh-uh)

Niggas wanted a taste but wouldn't come to my face (ugh)

So what that mean? You cats is playin' games again

So now what I do? Start naming names again (what?)

All you motherfuckers know that I speak from the heart (ugh)

Play like you don't know, L-O-X is gon' bark

We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more niggas

Styles, Sheek, Jay, we comin' with like four niggas (a'ight?)

Plus, it's all gravy, like chicken when it's smothered (what?)

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