Blackout Songtext
von 40 Cal.

Coming live from the danger zone
A block from that
Where we bang the chrome at you
Stop your cap
Break your ankle bones
And your spine get cracked
Your brains get shown
To see where your minds is at
It′s in the gutter like a sucker
Dead motherfucker you
You not a G, you spell gangster with a W
Hangin' with other dudes like he a tough cat
Get thugs coming through where your BM stuck at
At your door
All you see is a Pizza Hut hat
But you ain′t call
The pizza where the heaters tucked at
You ain't all
Hard as the raps you say
There's no NBA play when you pass away See three men bleed from the gat I spray
We don′t believe till they see what the pastor say
Hey, all this drama, stop your momma heart rate
Like all these other rhymers
Just finished watching Scarface
Played Desperado
Caked, locked in a guitar case
Sprayed him at McDonald′s waitin'
I ain′t with the car chase
Party at your wake
Walk throughs at your funeral
If I can't talk, bet the hollows will get through to you
We care who are you
I would number two on you
Doing what I do to you dudes is so suitable
Suitcase full of cash
Suitcase to put in half
Your body in the back
Wearin′ black suits to the max


I don't shout
Don′t engage in yappin'
You say the wrong phrase
My blade cave your back in
Black out on 'em
Black out on ′em
Black out on ′em
Black out on 'em
Say it′s on then it's on when I spray the Mac-10
Wake up a hour later and be sayin′ "what happened?"
I black out on 'em
Black out on ′em
Black out on 'em
Black out on 'em
Booth to the streets
And the streets to the heat
And the heat to the beat
Till the freaks weep
Black out on ′em
Black out on ′em
Black out on 'em

I′m not done with 'em
I make his man gun hit ′em
Whoever run with 'em
Kinda see sons in ′em
I just come give 'em one pigeon
Get 'em drunk chillin′
Dumb punk tell me where your sons livin′
I'm from slum villas
Told me the rules when I was young
Stepped over bodies just going to school
I had the teacher noddin′ off from the dope that I moved
Had a meeting in the halls
We promoting our crews
Now I'm three companies in
Like Jack Trip
And we done it again
With this rap shit
Speed 310
On the Jag strip
And we rubber it in
Said you mad sick
And I barely rap
Part time I yearly trap
Flippin′ them canaries
Gettin' scratched like a hairy back
Who′s commercial when I air the Mac
You know where I'm at
But where you at?
You a scaredy-cat
I had your fam in all black like Miss Mary Mack
I could make a movie out 'em
Call it Strapped Miramax
And make a soundtrack
Just so I can hear it back
The beat shaky but the lyrics crack
You hearin′ that?

I don′t shout
Don't engage in yappin′
You say the wrong phrase
My blade cave your back in
Black out on 'em
Black out on ′em
Black out on 'em
Black out on ′em
Say it's on then it's on when I spray the Mac-10
Wake up a hour later and be sayin′ "what happened?"
I black out on ′em
Black out on 'em
Black out on ′em
Black out on 'em
Booth to the streets
And the streets to the heat
And the heat to the beat
Till the freaks weep
Black out on ′em
Black out on 'em
Black out on ′em