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Tuesday, 25 November 2014
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Listen Jab naukri milegi to kya hoga


Lyrics

Bandbaja Mix (Entity Paradigm)


watch out (kya)
lyrics on the floor
on your marks, get set, go
i'm a white boy
comin straight from the 'L' town
keepin it real i'm a spawn of the underground
i'm the one you hate
i'm the one you fear
i'm the voice that whispers inside your ear
cut you open deep inside
when you know what i speak
everything is right

i got the gift i got the game
when i grab the mic i drive ppl insane
left to right from side to side
i'll take you to a point
where i take away your pride
move you groove you
and every time i muse
when i get done
you say i abuse you
i ain't bad
i'm just tryina be cruel
pure evil made to rule

meri aankhon mein daikh zara
aur phir mujhe tu yeh batha
hum donon mein hai wo kya
aa humein aazmaa
aa chuukay dikha
aa aaaaa aaaaaa aaaaaa

Sobacol (Los Mox!)

Ajo cebolla y nada de jabón
Ducha mensual chapú de ocasión
Mano de gato para ir a bailar
Colonia inglesa para impresionar

Andai pateando a sobaco
Pa.So.Co. Co.Pi.Hue. Que asco

Desodorante desconocido
pasta de dientes en el olvido
de manos limpias mejor ni hablar
solo piñén podrás encontrar

Una estela a congrio deja al pasar
Hasta los gatos quieren vomitar

Sube a la micro invade con su olor
en verano su aliado es el calor
no se da cuenta, es natural
hoy las bacterias están de carnaval

Queso podrido sale podrido sale de suspies
Le toca baño, hoy es fin de mes


by muertovivo

Saari Raat Jaga (Noori)

Sari Raat Jaga Ray Jaga Ray...
La**Dil Hara Ray Hara Ray...
Kho Diyay Wo Lamhay Saray Ray...
Teray Bin Kaun Mein Yaara Ray...
Meri Jaan Tu Nay Jana Menay Jana...
Meri Jaan Teri Haan Meri Haan...
Dar Aya Daur Aya...
Dar Aya Daur Aya Na...

Rat Jaagi Yaadein Meray Dil Mein
Kho Diya Na Paya Jo Bhi Dil Nay...

Teray Liyay Hara Yara Ray...
Teray Liyay Saray Ghum Hain Sahay...
Teray Liyay...

Jab Teri Aankhein So Jayein...
Aur Teri Yadein Kho Jayien...
Teray Tan Mein Teray Man Mein...
Teray Ghar Ko Aag Lag Jayay...
Aur Tujhay Jag Na Ayay...

Sari Raat Jaga Ray Jaga Ray...
Dobay Man Mera Jo Hara Ray Hara Ray...
Kho Diyay Wo Lamhay Saray Ray...
Aaj Hein Dhoondtay Yaara Ray...

Rat Jaagi Aahein Meray Dil Mein...
Kho Diya Na Paya Jo Bhi Dil Nay...

Teray Liyay Hara Yara Ray...
Teray Liyay Saray Ghum Hain Sahay...
Teray Liyay...

Jab Teri Aankhein So Jayein...
Aur Teri Yadein Kho Jayien...
Teray Tan Mein Teray Man Mein...
Teray Ghar Ko Aag Lag Jayay...
Aur Tujhay Jag Na Ayay...

Jab Teri Aankhein So Jayein...
Aur Teri Yadein Kho Jayien...
Teray Tan Mein Teray Man Mein...
Teray Ghar Ko Aag Lag Jayay...
Aur Tujhay Jag Na Ayay...

Yeh Khuda (K.K, Pritam)

Yeh khuda na jaanoon woh khuda
Yaar hi mera to hai khuda
Yeh khuda na jaanoon woh khuda
Yaar hi mera to hai khuda
Deewane chalte hain girte sambhalte hain
Hai phir bhi sab se juda
Yeh khuda na jaanoon woh khuda
Yaar hi mera to hai khuda
Deewane chalte hain girte sambhalte hain
Hai phir bhi sab se juda

Beeta kal tha ab jaane de na
Kal bhi kal hai woh aane de na
Beeta jo kal tha woh ab jaane de na
Kal bhi to kal hai jo woh aane de na
Aane wale kal ke us kal ke har pal ke
Aakhon mein sapnein saja
Yeh khuda na jaanoon woh khuda
Yaar hi mera to hai khuda

Kehti duniya humse hamesha
Darte rehna humse hamesha
Kehti hai duniya jo hum na karenge
Humse kya darna hai hum na darenge
Yaaron ka woh yaara
Yaari mein jo yaara
Begaan haske loota
Yeh khuda na jaanoon woh khuda
Yaar hi mera to hai khuda
Deewane chalte hain girte sambhalte hain
Hai phir bhi sab se juda

Gang's All Here (Heltah Skeltah)




featuring BCC MFC

[?]
Aiyyo I been spittin this rap shit for too long
To let y'all heads get me hot under my collar through songs
And best don't get it twisted
My Magnum Force practice Operation: Lockdown
And don't you clowns ever forget it
The other half'll feel my brother's wrath that we break through
And always been the type to take you there like ?Warren Staples?
Blow spots wit no glock the show stop when domes pop
You should of stayed your**home bop, you got a flow--not

[Illa Noyz]
I set it off on a mission like the Sentinel
Cuz I was sent to do, murder the crew sayin I'm merciful
I wrote a few, journals in my Nocturnal state
Blaze like an inferno, watch niggas just cremate
Too late to run and turn to Rev. Run
Some blessin the section, givin them niggas quick trips to heaven
Straight murder wit the unheard-a, lyritifical
Beneficial, that you never pursure the issue
The ninth initial, thought as to rip the bits n kibbles
I kick ass, more than a little, my rhyme riddle
Your mind's a dead veg-e-table when I hit you
Doin like I should do, bringin Noyz to my acquittal

[Steele]
Wit no discrepency, I rip MC wit no referee
Devil tested me, can't let him get the best of me
Wit accuracy, I'll attack an MC
Spittin like I emptied the M-1 from the M-P
Wit no apology, unload on your property causing atrocity
At a rapid velocity, mental artillery, military anatomy
After you battle me call me your majesty for mastering
The art of fastening, grappling, locking down this rapping thing
Tackling the majority, bomb with authority
More than minority, S-T got seniority
Rhymin since Knowledge and Quality wit college degree

(Kill out to all the enemy, we killin all a dem
Kill out to all the enemy, don't matter if it's enemy or friend)

[Doc Holliday]
Doc ain't nuttin but the truth, 100% when I get bent
It's possible that I'm mad, forget ? I'm blind, deaf, and mute
To all you shit poppers, put your money where your mouth at
I roll wit bank stoppers, five-foot Reps who whip**
Erases coppers, it's mandatory, that D-O-C stay shittin
Laws and lows to keep you hoes on my didick
My foes stay foes so all you jacks need to quit it
Doc shines, hot lines, and jackers come and get it
And one false move, I'm guaranteed to be acquitted

[Lidu Rock]
Aiyyo, we gang bangin, through the tri-state area
Act up, my MFC niggas'll have to bury ya
Ain't nuttin scarier, than a five-foot eight nigga
Holding the big toast, make yo chest piece shake
I cut niggas like class and glass from dirty bottles
Runnin through these streets high-speed at full throttle
Ghetto role models, so what the ** y'all tellin me
Misdemeanor cats wit raps, wannabe felonies
** sellin trees man, I smoke too much
I lay my raps, get my traps, then I roast the dutch
Y'all niggas boast too much, about the shit you got
I hope the money save that**when the shit get hot
It's Lidu Rock

[Rock]
Many think I ain't got it in me, cuz I'm plenty-friendly
It could be because I'm skinny
But I'll ** you up like Henny and Remmy
?If any of trash?, we'll I'll scream "gimme"
To any who make it hard to Get Away like Tim or Penny
Semi-auto, wit a swift into your track, ?it cracks?
And creeps morse code, I'm sendin smoke signals
That's how my gats be
Tactics, I crack piece are phenomenal
Ask peeps, what kinda drama do the Bummy Jab wreak
He'll tell ya, the boy cause straight Heltah Skeltah
I got the block sweltering and hot like your biotch when I felt her
So don't ** wit my head, got static I'm buckin you dead
I'll bend your body like Craftmatic Adjustable Bed
** what you said, for y'all I got nuttin but lead-o
And stop **in askin me why Ruck cut his dreads
It's up in the air, we buckin from here, to where you rest at
In a jet black, Expedition fishin to get some get back

(Kill out to all our enemies, we killin all a dem
Kill out to all our enemies, no matter if it's enemy or friend)

[Rustee Jux]
My militant mind's impervious to submission
Maintain in the rank, glorious in this division
Killa Cartel-N-MFC in collision
The scene could get bloody, two teams wit one mission
I stomps through the crack slums of mother Medina
Push weed to stack funds for my mother Dina
Rustee Jux-man, Brooklyn mercenary
Some say it's rap, some say it's legendary
The pack that run wit me, attack wit guns swiftly
My young legion niggas got smacked on one-fifty
Cold mashin, straight blastin, steady mobbin
I rose to large drug dealin from petty robbin

[Supreme]
Well it's the five-eight, hands I'm holdin brothers for ransom
Operation generation down to the seeds of your grandson
And blow off like a handgun, hittin niggas at random
Damn son, got love for thugs singin my anthem
I amp them, spittin my raps spectacular
Forever clappin the rapper that's bitin like he Dracula
You see what happens to all of these fake rhyme fashioners
I bring disaster to niggas thats claimin they done mastered the
Art, who's the next on my chart to mark
You know I swim wit the shark, why y'all niggas wanna start
Big gram and knee low, stay on the d-low
Rollin black in the back of the fat Ex-P-O

[Tek]
Well it's the lazy-eye criminal, baby nines the minimum
In the gat cabin, Tek we make it happen
You just rappin, bitch niggas get bitch smacked when
You start yappin, get your shine snatched for flashin
Straight extorted, like an IRS audit
You never gonna bust that gun, so why you bought it?
See you came home frolic, but you show fake love
Like the Feds try to get close and lay down bugs
Try to skate but got schemed on, you had to lay
Didn't know niggas got Desert E's and PK's

[Starang]
Me and my crew ride up and down St. James like a pack of great danes
Ain't shit changed, see y'all niggas take your gold frames
Spit in your face and I'm a have to smack flames
Out your**for tryin to laugh and plus play games (word up)
We ain't Connecticut, ain't even sweatin it
Pack up your bags bitch, come wit some better shit
Son them niggas probably home right now, for real regretting it
I don't want to be y'all, when we see y'all I'm settin it
Niggas on my dick so much I brought a saddle
We can take it to the streets(word up word up), bring your heat, battle
For your seven-forty Beamer, wit your shorty Kima in it
If you platinum you can drive me through Manhattan while I hit it
Everywhere I go, I let em know Starang's the shit
Over three-hundred thousand fans and ain't never had a hit
William H. is the name, MFC's the click
Y'all niggas takin us out?, y'all smokin the shit

(Retreat retreat, all pussy boys, retreat Magnum Force come to take over
Retreat, retreat, all pussy boys, retreat Magnum Force come to take over)

[Ruck]
SEAN P., you better recognize, I be wreckin guys
**in cockroaches still breathin up your pesticides
Like D-Con, see Sean be on some shit from day one
Spray guns at funny style niggas who actin** son
Ruck made the paper, you could turn to page one
Butt-**in your chick wit a motha**in gauge son
Who said that? Ruck said wack shit, aiyyo dead that
For the headcrack, leave your face lumpy like Craig Mack
I read that, niggas want beef aiyyo so get back
?Happen in? person cuz I'm hurtin niggas who said that
You **in wet back, smack you wit the ** med's pack
Then have ** at, the same place I park my Lex at

[Buckshot]
The last black gene, green socks
Serve the fans quick like servin fiend rock
Understand the scene is locked, when you dead bolt
Hit em in the throat, ride em like the jet black colt
Through the jungle, it's another rumble when I set it so free
And flee from his body back to the OGC
I never heard of that nigga, in the first place
I hit him in the worst place, hid the waste
Need a replacement killa, hustle dope shit so I'm a drug dealer
So for real-a, on point wit the nine mill-a
Straight give a nigga guillotine shit
Heads come off the ?lean? wit one stroke
Two tokes from the mack tilly
Give a motha**er two to the belly
Stop, look and acting like the shot from your**whippin
Nigga, why you trippin, don't start slippin now
Fool keep flippin

[Rock]
It's not over, it's not over, oh oh

[Louieville Sluggah]
Yo it was on to the next phase
Spit ink on a page, hostile rage
No sugar and sour like lemmonade
Bing came to me in a dream he said "come clean"
So I scalped and praise, I'm on my way
Gat and pick straight out the gate
When I see yo say "you back up on your duty ?"
Yo my mouth spittin arson, new shit is startin
But ain't shit changed, you know your range, beg your pardon
Starv like Marv, I'm on the job
First rob and ?slug? motha**ers licked the knob
Be like that, when I clap back time
I feel it deeply, for my niggas I left behind
I rep for mine, here son feel the shine
Can't say no names, cuz all my niggas is on my mind
Yo I'm all about me sonee, hand me money
Ja Ja, and bring yo**here to poppa

[talking and threats to the end]

Jai Jai Shiv Shankar (Kishore Kumar Featuring Lata Mangeshka)

Chorus : Hai Jai Bolo Shiv Shankar Ki Jay
Kishore: Hey Jai Jai Shiv Shankar Kaanta Lage Na Kankar
Hey Jai Jai Shiv Shankar Kaanta Lage Na Kankar
Ke Pyala Tere Naam Ka Piya

Lata : Ho O O Gir Jaoongi Main Mar Jaoongi
Jo Tune Mujhe Thaam Na Liya
O Sau Rabadi
Kishore: Hey Jai Jai Shiv Shankar Kaanta Lage Na Kankar
Ke Pyala Tere Naam Ka Piya
Lata : Ho O O Gir Jaoongi Main Mar Jaoongi
Jo Tune Mujhe Thaam Na Liya
O Sau Rabadi

Lata : Ek Ke Do
Kishore : Hmmm
Lata : Do Ke Chaar
Kishore : Hmmm
Lata : Mujh Ko To
Kishore : Hmmm
Lata : Dikhte Hain
Kishore : Aisa Hi Hota Hai Jab Do Dil Milte Hai
Lata : Ek Ke Do
Do Ke Chaar
Mujh Ko To
Dikhte Hain
Kishore : Aisa Hi Hota Hai Jab Do Dil Milte Hai
Lata : Sar Pe Zameen Paanv Ke Neeche Hai Aasmaan Ho
Sau Rabadi
Kishore : Sau Rabadi
Lata : Sau Rabadi
Kishore : Sau Rabadi
Jai Jai Shiv Shankar Kaanta Lage Na Kankar
Ke Pyala Tere Naam Ka Piya
Lata : Ho O O Gir Jaoongi Main Mar Jaoongi
Jo Tune Mujhe Thaam Na Liya
O Sau Rabadi
Chorus : O Bansi Bhaiyya..He He He..

O More Raja Bade Jatna Se ki Chune teri phulwaari ke ri..

Lata : Kandhe Pe
Kishore : Hmmm
Lata : Sar Rakh Ke
Kishore : Hmmm
Lata : Tum Mujh Ko
Kishore : Hmmm
Lata : Sone Do
Kishore : Masti Men Jo Chahe Ho Jaye Ho Ne Do
Lata : Kandhe Pe
Sar Rakh Ke
Tum Mujh Ko
Sone Do
Kishore : Masti Men Jo Chahe Ho Jaye Ho Ne Do
Lata : Aise Men Tum Ho**e Ho Bade Beimaan Ho
Sau Rabadi
Kishore : Sau Rabadi
Lata : Sau Rabadi
Kishore : Sau Rabadi
Brrrr Jai Jai Shiv Shankar Kaanta Lage Na Kankar
Ke Pyala Tere Naam Ka Piya
Lata : Ho O O Gir Jaoongi Main Mar Jaoongi
Jo Tune Mujhe Thaam Na Liya
O Sau Rabadi
Chorus : He He He..Kya Kya

Kishore : Raste Mein
Lata : Hmmm
Kishore : Hum Dono
Lata : Hmmm
Kishore : Ghar Kaise Jayenge
Lata : Ghar Wale (ahh)Ab Hum Ko (ahh)Khud Lene Aayenge
Kishore : Raste Mein
Hum Donon
Ghar Kaise Jayenge
Lata : Ghar Wale (ahh)Ab Hum Ko (ahh)Khud Lene Aayenge
Kishore : Kuchh Bhi Ho Lekin Maza Aa**a Meri Jaan Ho
Sau Rabadi
Lata : Sau Rabadi
Kishore : Sau Rabadi
Lata : Sau Rabadi
Kishore : Jai Jai Shiv Shankar Kaanta Lage Na Kankar
Ke Pyala Tere Naam Ka Piya
Lata : Ho O O Gir Jaoongi (Aye) Main Mar Jaoongi (Aye)
Jo Tune Mujhe Thaam Na Liya
O Sau Rabadi

Chorus : Are Bajaao Re Bajaao Imaandaari Se Bajaao He He

Cama y Mesa (Roberto Carlos)

Quiero ser tu canción desde principio a fin,
quiero rozarme en tus labios y ser tu carmín.
Ser el jabón que te suaviza, el baño que te baña,
la toalla que deslizas por tu piel mojada.

Yo quiero ser tu almohada, tu edredón de seda,
besarte mientras sueñas y verte dormir
yo quiero ser el sol que entra y da sobre tu cama,
despertarte poco a poco, hacerte sonreír.

Quiero estar en el más suave toque de tus dedos,
entrar en lo más íntimo de tus secretos,
quiero ser la cosa buena, liberada o prohibida,
ser todo en tu vida.

Todo lo que me quieras dar quiero que me lo des,
yo te doy todo lo que un hombre entrega a una mujer,
ir más allá de ese cariño que siempre me das,
me imagino tantas cosas, quiero siempre más.

Tú eres mi dulce desayuno, mi pastel perfecto,
mi bebida preferida el plato predilecto,
yo como y bebo de lo bueno y no tengo hora fija,
de mañana, tarde o noche no hago dieta.

Y este amor que alimenta a mi fantasía,
es mi sueño, es mi fiesta, es mi alegría,
la comida más sabrosa, mi perfume, mi bebida,
es todo en mi vida.

Todo hombre que sabe querer,
sabe dar y pedir a la mujer,
lo mejor y hacer de este amor,
lo que come, que bebe, que da, que recibe.

El hombre que sabe querer,
y se apasiona por una mujer,
convierte su amor en su vida,
su comida y bebida, en la justa medida.

El hombre que sabe querer......

Handjabs (Feable Weiner)

Dont get me wrong
I like you and I like hand jabs.
But whats a girl
If a girl can't make me laugh?
Other dudes and what they do and they way they act
Oh oh oh oh oh
might be cool with you but im not like that
Oh oh oh oh oh

You're all my world
You're all my world
You're all my world
ah ah ah

Hey girl its gunna take more than hand jabs
to keep me here tonight
hey girl its gunna take more than handjabs
to keep me feeling right inside

Dont get me wrong it IS rad that you want my bod
oh oh oh oh
but hows a girl to know thats not all i want?
oh oh oh
Other dudes and what they do and they way they act
oh oh oh
Might be cool with you but im not like that
oh oh oh oh

You're all my world
You're all my world
You're all my world
ah ah ah

Hey girl its gunna take more than hand jabs
to keep me here tonight
hey girl its gunna take more than handjabs
to keep me feeling right inside

You're all my world
You're all my world
You're all my world
You're all my world
You're all my world

ah ah ah

Hey girl its gunna take more than hand jabs
to keep me here tonight
Hey girl its gunna take more than hand jabs
to keep me here tonight
Hey girl its gunna take more than hand jabs
to keep me here tonight
Hey girl its gunna take more than handjabs
to keep me feeling right inside

Its gunna take more
Its gunna take more than handjabs
Its gunna take more
Its gunna take more than handjabs

Pimp On (Big Tymers Featuring Unplugged)

{Chorus}
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
To the players
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
To the players
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on, roll on
To the players
Ride on, ride on, ride on
Ride on, ride on, ride on
Ride on, ride on, ride on
To the players

{Baby}
For sure lil' one
Benz 600 on dubs my man
Playing TVs and DVs these niggas ain't playing
20 inch. change the paint I'll do that quick
Doing donuts in the Lam get your roll on slick
Bought a brand new car
Steering wheel in the middle
With the passenger side on both sides my nigga
Got a brand new Jag with a brand new Vet
Going to the MGM six to point nigga bet
Got a brand new house with my platinum mouth
Got 500 chicken and I'm fronting em' out
Got 5 bad bitches till' I turned em' out
Got 5 new cars till' I burnt em' out
I got a Rover with 8 tires a Jag with 6
Got the matching Benz wagon with Lorenzo kit
Got a cell-phone sattelite I love this shit
Drive a 2002 Lexus coupe you bitch
Play boy

(Chorus)

{Mannie Fresh}
I'ma get it how I live and by me a quater
And put about 10 inches up in somebody daughter
I'm M.F. nigga
Nothin less nigga
Running in a race with me
You gotta catch your breath nigga
I love ** nigga
Got a complex nigga
Got your head hurting, taking contracts nigga
Y'all doing good lil' one
I'm doing better
Your 2000 got cloth interior, mine got leather
See hit her get her grab her man I get with her
Split her quit her jab her man in a shit her
Doing like it should be done
I'm the mack
Make it feel just like a gun
Up in your back
Tell the truth I know you know baby
I don't need em
Ask a bitch or ask a hoe just how I treat em
You handcuffing these broads
Bring them hoes up in for questioning
Captain save a broad find another profession
Like

(Chorus)

{Baby}
Ha bro
Catch me getting out my Rover
With ice all over
With a pair black Girbauds
And some fresh white Soldiers
I'm the #1 hoe bitch you know who I am
Got about a 150 worth a shit in my hand
Got about a 150 hard bricks in the van
With about a 150 nasty bitches my man
It's that hot boy Atrice no one do it harder
A block off the interstate
Doing donuts in my Ferrari

{Mannie Fresh}
Now why you over there looking at me?
Could I be the player that you trying to be?
I been pimping young stuns since 83
Ask your mamma and they mammas
Sonny they know me
#1 reppers, hot like pepper
Flossy type steppers, dog bitch check us
I heard you gone persue her
She telling the world you chew her
Yeah I screw then let the hot boys do her

(Chorus)

Black Out (Boot Camp Clik)




[Rock]
I ain't blackin' out yet man. Yo ** with dat.
Just spark...just spark all the rest of them L's son so we can all
just BLACK
OUT!
[BJ Swan]
I get the best of the best T H C C O U N T
whether from Jamaica or Hawaii I stay comin up with that Jumanji
C'mon I thought you knew bout a brother like me
with a name like Swan...
[Rock]
You's a buddha junkie!
[BJ Swan]
chase the taste of the elegance flowin' in the bass
when we in the place, party people know they gotta wait
cause when Boot Camp niggas in the place to be
our only mission is to make you Black O-U-T, C'mon
[Rock]
C'mon, Poster Poster on the wall, who get's the blackest of them all?
Mr. MALDU! smokin lah till I Black Out
sometimes it make a nigga rhyme till I Black Out
now the'll be plenty ways to Black Out
one way is gettin mashed out, or bringin yo**out the Bummy Jab
house
and break yo mask out cause the smoke'll make you gag
spliff after spliff till you flat on yo**
(chorus x 2)
I'm fallin'
I'm fallin'
I'm fallin'
Black Out's callin'
[Starang]
In the Double D, thinkin bout all the shit that worry me
me and Ville Sluggah had the all black bubbly
North Face Goose, cuttin' loose sticks and seeds out the weed
remember that shit?
[Louieville Sluggah]
True indeed...
[Starang]
Yo, when I wake up, I take a hit of the spliff
word up a lot of mutha**as start they day like this
[Louieville Sluggah]
but they'll be no more smoke for me
pull up the Henny, so I can feel my bod drizzy
and max with my staff maintain and keep it nature
no chaser, straight up cause this shit is major
gotta page goin' off in range
sayin' bring my **in' whip back around the way
[Starang]
OK, now we out on the FDR
we both stoned out our minds, we probably won't get far
(chorus x 2)
I'm fallin'
I'm fallin'
I'm fallin'
Black Out's callin me
[Supreme]
As I choke from the smoke, throat hot like a kitchen
eyes heavy from the rezi when the room kept spinnin'
in an instant, I could of swore I saw the Reaper
THE REZI MONSTER, stuttered and uttered "nice to meet ya"
grabbed me in the sleeper, he said "smoke on this"
he said "nigga, I got some shit for yo rezi spliff"
that's when he pulled the hash out, I maxed out ready to pass out
living evidence the rezi spliff make yaaa...
[Steele]
a sin like entities on an astroplane
crack the Bible, hit the chalice to uplift my brain
no strain, meditation helps me to maintain
(singing)"me only smokin' sensi, me no sniff cocaine"
so do what you do to remain, till we return a-gain
back on to blackness from which we came
[Illa Noyz]
my day starts with a yawn in the early morn, what
off to the weed spot to ease tension off my knot
twist up the choc-o-lot, and the Fronto to make the brainz blo
that's alright, 24-7 that's how we flow, just lettin' you know
even in blackness we activists, act as if yo**won't get dissed
get busy like drizzy, act like drazy leave you Swayze
even in my state of blackness, I'll attack the wackest
nigga with fanatics or dramatics, you're done in
come with the shit, I bring the havoc
(chorus x 4)
I'm fallin'
I'm fallin'
I'm fallin'
Black Out's callin me
[BJ Swan]
**in with me dude, you gon' BLACK OUT
**in' wit' me, you gon' BLACK OUT
come around my way, you gon' BLACK OUT
out in LA they BLACK OUT
out in M-I-A they BLACK OUT
out in VA they BLACK OUT
Washington, D.C. they BLACK OUT
all over, they BLACK OUT
[ROCK]
Cocoa B's will make ya...BLACK OUT
Tawl Sean will make ya...BLACK OUT
Ben Grimm will make ya...BLACK OUT
Everybody will make ya...BLACK OUT
The Boot Camp will make ya...BLACK OUT
Oh yeah baby...BLACK OUT
everybody gonna Black the ** out
Yo, get yo fat humfy, steamy mound of turds off my mutha**in' couch
Black the ** out, man
[Supreme]
get yo fat, stink, chubby**the ** up and stop...
[Rock]
Yo, blow his nostrils up, son. Hold Up Hold Up
[Black Out victim coughing hard]
[Supreme]
look at the smoke all in his hair and shit...
[Swan]
look at the nigga, he about to DIE! look at that nigga Mark Brown,
fatso nigga's
blacked out
[Rock]
that's what happen when you Black Out, you wake up with your nostrils
on fire
and shit...BLACK OUT
black the ** out, man
BLACK OUT BLACK OUT BLACK OUT BLACK OUT BLACK OUT BLACK OUT BLACK OUT
BLACK OUT
BLACK OUT BLACK OUT BLACK OUT BLACK OUT...
all the P.J. niggas and all the wannabe killas...Black Out...




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