Lirik Lagu Blackout - Method Man And Redman
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[Intro]: Meth
*All my people...!*
[Redman]
It's Funk DocWhere da weed at, bitch?!I speed back wist, down to one-way from copsSee thas' shit?! Believe thas' shit!Slaughter straight to camcorder, I'm too hot for t.v.Backdraw water, my windpipes attached to Project-ballersYou yell: "Turn the heat down!"My voice, diggi-di-round-sound, some herb round townAnd chances of ya'll leavin', round nowWait later, will make Funk page paperThey rape up the Juveline Ave GradersHit the High School at 187 CaesarWhen I bust ya'll need to back 4 achersDoc ya'll and that's my man Jap-A-JawThe shitlist ready, who next to scratch off?I'm from the underground, my soundlibPlatform shoes to bitches, 400 pounds!
[Chorus]: Meth & Red
GET UP, STAND UP, BACK UP, PUSH 'EMJUMP UP, ACT UP TO MAKE YOU FEEL IT!Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EMBrrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EMYo' BLACKOUT, SHOOT OUT, SMOKED OUTMOVE OUT, EVEN KNOCK THE TOOTH OUT, TO MAKE YA'LL FEEL IT!Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EMBrrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM
[Meth]
Now I'm the streettalkin', dogwalkin'A pursuit with extreme caution, OH NOW YOU FORCIN'?My hand that rock yo' cradle oftenI'm hot-scorchin', but stome cold like Steve AustinIf you smell what Tical cookin', ain't try to see, send you bookin'So til ya gon' stop lookin', now what you did last summer?So I started hookin', you past shookin'Over open can I ass-whoopin'?Ain't no Tamara's in the Method's Little Shop Of HorrorsGo ask your father who the father from the Hilbill harbourYou know tha saga, marihuana plushin' gold sluggazWith deadly medley, ya'll ain't ready for Shakwon and ReggieDon't even bother, the radio for back-upAlright then, ya man got slap
*All my people...!*
[Redman]
It's Funk DocWhere da weed at, bitch?!I speed back wist, down to one-way from copsSee thas' shit?! Believe thas' shit!Slaughter straight to camcorder, I'm too hot for t.v.Backdraw water, my windpipes attached to Project-ballersYou yell: "Turn the heat down!"My voice, diggi-di-round-sound, some herb round townAnd chances of ya'll leavin', round nowWait later, will make Funk page paperThey rape up the Juveline Ave GradersHit the High School at 187 CaesarWhen I bust ya'll need to back 4 achersDoc ya'll and that's my man Jap-A-JawThe shitlist ready, who next to scratch off?I'm from the underground, my soundlibPlatform shoes to bitches, 400 pounds!
[Chorus]: Meth & Red
GET UP, STAND UP, BACK UP, PUSH 'EMJUMP UP, ACT UP TO MAKE YOU FEEL IT!Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EMBrrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EMYo' BLACKOUT, SHOOT OUT, SMOKED OUTMOVE OUT, EVEN KNOCK THE TOOTH OUT, TO MAKE YA'LL FEEL IT!Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EMBrrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM
[Meth]
Now I'm the streettalkin', dogwalkin'A pursuit with extreme caution, OH NOW YOU FORCIN'?My hand that rock yo' cradle oftenI'm hot-scorchin', but stome cold like Steve AustinIf you smell what Tical cookin', ain't try to see, send you bookin'So til ya gon' stop lookin', now what you did last summer?So I started hookin', you past shookin'Over open can I ass-whoopin'?Ain't no Tamara's in the Method's Little Shop Of HorrorsGo ask your father who the father from the Hilbill harbourYou know tha saga, marihuana plushin' gold sluggazWith deadly medley, ya'll ain't ready for Shakwon and ReggieDon't even bother, the radio for back-upAlright then, ya man got slap
