black out lyrics – boot camp clik

i ain’t blackin’ out yet, man. yo f*ck with dat.
just spark…just spark all the rest of them l’s, son so we can all just black

[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…

you’s a buddha junkie!

[bj swan]
chase the taste of the elegance flowin’ in the b*ss
when we in the place, party people know they gotta wait
cause when boot camp n*gg*s in the place to be
our only mission is to make you black o-u-t, c’mon

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 n*gg* rhyme till i black out
now the’ll be plenty ways to black out
one way is gettin mashed out, or bringin yo *ss 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 *ss

(chorus x 2)

i’m fallin’
i’m fallin’
i’m fallin’

black out’s callin’

in the double d, thinkin bout all the sh*t 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 sh*t?

[louieville sluggah]
true indeed…

yo, when i wake up, i take a hit of the spliff
word up a lot of m*th*f*ckas 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 sh*t is major
gotta page goin’ off in range
sayin’ bring my f*ckin’ whip back around the way

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

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 “n*gg*, i got some sh*t for yo rezi spliff”
that’s when he pulled the hash out, i maxed out ready to p*ss out
living evidence the rezi spliff make yaaa…

a sin like ent*ties 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 *ss 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
n*gg* with fanatics or dramatics, you’re done in
come with the sh*t, i bring the havoc

(chorus x 4)

i’m fallin’
i’m fallin’
i’m fallin’

black out’s callin me

[bj swan]
f*ckin with me dude, you gon’ black out
f*ckin’ 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

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 f*ck out

yo, get yo fat humfy, steamy mound of t*rds off my m*th*f*ckin’ couch
black the f*ck out, man

get yo fat, stink, chubby *ss the f*ck up and stop…

yo, blow his nostrils up, son. hold up hold up

[black out victim coughing hard]

look at the smoke all in his hair and sh*t…

look at the n*gg*, he about to die! look at that n*gg* mark brown, fatso n*gg*’s
blacked out

that’s what happen when you black out, you wake up with your nostrils on fire
and sh*t…black out
black the f*ck 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. n*gg*s and all the wannabe killas…black out…

/ boot camp clik lyrics