PF Cuttin and Out Loud worked behind the scenes for ten years producing tracks for artists such as Masta Ace and Craig G until 1995, when they hit the scene with their hit song "Danger," featuring a sample from Jeru the Damaja's underground hit "Come Clean." Blahzay's album Blah, Blah, Blah' was released August 1996.
The track "Danger" was remixed by DJ Rectangle and also by DJ Premier. The original lyrics for the chorus went "When the East is in the house; Oh, my God; Danger!" Dj Rectangle's mix went "When the West is in the House; Oh, my God; Danger!" This caused a mild stir among the hip-hop community.
Selected discography
* Blah Blah Blah (1996 CD/LP, Fader/Mercury/PolyGram Records 124 093)
1. Intro
2. Blah, Blah, Blah
3. Medina's In Da House
4. Danger-Part 2
5. Don't Let This Rap Shit Fool You
6. Pain I Feel
7. Posse Jumpa
8. Maniac Cop
9. Good Cop/Bad Cop
10. Sendin' Dem Back
11. Long-Winded
12. Jackpot
13. Danger
* Federal Reserve Notez (1999 CD-5, Game Recordings))
1. Federal Reserve Notez
2. Gee Sums (featuring Mr. Reck)
3. Good For Ya Club
* Go Go Go (from Ol' Dirty Bastard's postumous 2005 mixtape Osirus)
Not Now
Blahzay Blahzay Lyrics
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Roll up to the club with new shoes (what's that?)
Bla's Big Boy, pushing big toy (yeah)
I'm try'na to see what y'all working with (uh-huh)
My hood be hurting shit (yeah)
Yo
Feel this, feel this baby
Uh, yo, yo
Ayo y'all want to talk dough? I make you Limp like Bizkit
Pimps get twisted, turn simpletistic
Hustlers yellin', "Please help," toast 'em and the cheese melt
Fuck wearing a seatbelt, better wear your heatbelt
When I blaze my private iron, you get dying like Saving Private Ryan
Momma crying, slugs flying
See we tote Techs and broke necks
Shoot up a party then we jump behind the coat-checks
Go through your belongings, then we out, blowing in a Jeep
I'm just like Bodymonster, growing while you sleep, flowing while I speak
Giving corrosion, while yo niggas is Ruff Riders
When Brooklyn straight Trojans
My first LP, Cream from the beginning
Y'all just like Marbury, drop thirty, but y'all team ain't winning
Like Gren Cook, went with the hook
Went with the jooks, all my men are crooks
Word to momma Snooks, yo
Beat don't fail me now
Show my glory, tell a story only hear in jail
Heat don't fail me now
All that talk, we ain't with it, anybody can get it
Feets don't fail me now
In the hood running like a beast, getting chased by police
You freaks can't tell me how
I stay creeping on a weekend, bags stay squeaking
Police want to snatch niggas, 'cause we strong on stretch niggas
Like Brook-'Nam vet niggas
Not Slim Shady but Grim Grady, ever since the mid-eighties
Everything I did was crazy, sexing white girls looking Bo Derrick or hotter
'Cause I get chips like I'm Eric Estrada,
Don-da-da, communicate like beat with the cellies
Pulling sleepers in tellies, sleep deeper than Pirelli's
Credentials here, Diamond-dental still here, mental still here
DJ still here, folks spoke clear, rims pope with the gleer
Y'all better get ready is not a joke this year
Women miss me, 'cause what I bake make cornbread taste like cake
Ice cream-cake, caked with cream and ice, my team is nice
Y'all don't trouble me or trouble P
Y'all actors like on W-B
Beat don't fail me now
Show my glory, tell a story only hear in jail
Heat don't fail me now
All that talk, we ain't with it, anybody can get it
Feets don't fail me now
In the hood running like a beast, getting chased by police
You freaks can't tell me how
I stay creeping on a weekend, bags stay squeaking
Yeah, four years later music more greater
Yo what that? What that, y'all can't touch that
It's still Blahzay, y'all blasé
Y'all ain't Blahzay, y'all better cop that Blahzay
The song "Not Now" by Blahzay Blahzay is a rap track that tells a story of everyday life in the rapper's hood. The lyrics paint a picture of what it looks like to live in the hood and the struggles that come with it, from police harassment to gun violence. The rapper begins by boasting about his new shoes and his flashy car, indicating a sense of pride despite being surrounded by poverty and violence. He goes on to reference some of the social and economic issues facing his community. The lyrics also feature a sense of defiance and determination-- the rapper refuses to be cowed by the hardships of his environment and is committed to staying true to himself and his roots.
The chorus repeats a mantra of "Beat don't fail me now" and "Feet don't fail me now," underscoring the urgency and intensity of the rapper's lifestyle. He's always on guard and ready to face whatever comes his way. The bridge references the difficulties of run-ins with law enforcement, and the rapper's commitment to continuing his activities despite the potential consequences. Overall, the song represents a window into the harsh realities of life in the projects and how it shapes the people who call it home.
Line by Line Meaning
Uh, tell the world good news
I have some exciting information to share with everyone
Roll up to the club with new shoes (what's that?)
I'm dressed to impress and looking fresh
Bla's Big Boy, pushing big toy (yeah)
I'm rolling in style with my expensive car
I'm try'na to see what y'all working with (uh-huh)
I'm interested in seeing what you've got going on
My hood be hurting shit (yeah)
My neighborhood is facing a lot of challenges
Feel this, feel this baby
Listen closely to what I'm about to say
Ayo y'all want to talk dough? I make you Limp like Bizkit
If you want to talk about money, I can make you go weak in the knees
Pimps get twisted, turn simpletistic
Pimps often get messed up and turn into simple-minded individuals
Hustlers yellin', "Please help," toast 'em and the cheese melt
If desperate hustlers ask for help, I'll ignore them and take their money
Fuck wearing a seatbelt, better wear your heatbelt
Don't worry about a seatbelt, make sure you have your gun with you
When I blaze my private iron, you get dying like Saving Private Ryan
When I shoot my gun, it's like a scene from the movie Saving Private Ryan
Momma crying, slugs flying
People are getting hurt and families are suffering because of street violence
See we tote Techs and broke necks
We carry guns and are not afraid to use them
Shoot up a party then we jump behind the coat-checks
We cause chaos and then hide behind innocent things like a coat check
Go through your belongings, then we out, blowing in a Jeep
We steal people's things and then escape in a Jeep
I'm just like Bodymonster, growing while you sleep, flowing while I speak
I am like a growing monster, constantly getting stronger, and my rap skills are improving
Giving corrosion, while yo niggas is Ruff Riders
I am causing damage with my words, while others may just be trying to look tough
When Brooklyn straight Trojans
When it comes to women, Brooklyn guys have a lot of confidence and are successful
My first LP, Cream from the beginning
My first album was a financial success from the start
Y'all just like Marbury, drop thirty, but y'all team ain't winning
You may score a lot of points, but your team is not successful overall
Like Gren Cook, went with the hook
Like a skilled basketball player, I use my rhyming skills to win
Went with the jooks, all my men are crooks
I use my street smarts and surround myself with other criminals
Word to momma Snooks, yo
I swear to my mother, this is the truth
Beat don't fail me now
I need this beat to keep going strong
Show my glory, tell a story only hear in jail
I want to tell my story, even if it's only appreciated by those who are locked up
Heat don't fail me now
I need my gun to work properly in dangerous situations
All that talk, we ain't with it, anybody can get it
We don't want to hear your tough talk, anyone can get hurt
Feets don't fail me now
I need to run fast to escape from danger
In the hood running like a beast, getting chased by police
I have to run like an animal to avoid getting caught by the cops
You freaks can't tell me how
Don't even try to tell me what to do
I stay creeping on a weekend, bags stay squeaking
I spend my weekends doing sneaky things, and the bags of money I steal make noise
Police want to snatch niggas, 'cause we strong on stretch niggas
Cops want to arrest us because we are successful in our illegal activities
Like Brook-'Nam vet niggas
Like a veteran of a war, we have seen and experienced a lot on the streets of Brooklyn
Not Slim Shady but Grim Grady, ever since the mid-eighties
I'm not like the rapper Eminem, but I've been tough since the 80s
Everything I did was crazy, sexing white girls looking Bo Derrick or hotter
I've done some wild things, including having sex with attractive white women
'Cause I get chips like I'm Eric Estrada, Don-da-da
I make a lot of money and it feels great, like the actor Eric Estrada
Communicate like beat with the cellies
I have a strong connection with my fellow inmates
Pulling sleepers in tellies, sleep deeper than Pirelli's
I am able to get good sleep in prison, better than the expensive mattress brand Pirelli
Credentials here, Diamond-dental still here, mental still here
Even though I'm in jail, my credentials and my diamond teeth are still impressive, and my mind is still strong
DJ still here, folks spoke clear, rims pope with the gleer
Even though times may change, my DJ skills are still strong, people still recognize me, and my car rims are shiny
Y'all better get ready is not a joke this year
Be prepared for my success, it's not something to laugh off
Women miss me, 'cause what I bake make cornbread taste like cake
Women desire me because of the great lifestyle I can provide
Ice cream-cake, caked with cream and ice, my team is nice
My crew is cool, and we are successful and wealthy
Y'all don't trouble me or trouble P
Don't mess with me or anyone in my crew
Y'all actors like on W-B
You guys are all fake, like the actors on the TV channel W-B
It's still Blahzay, y'all blasé
I haven't changed, but others may not be as excited about me anymore
Y'all ain't Blahzay, y'all better cop that Blahzay
You guys can't compare to me, so you better listen to my music and try to be like me
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: TRAVIS BARKER, TRAVIS L BARKER, TOM DE LONGE, MARK HOPPUS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@beeblack2
I remember this.. they didn't give this much play but this was dope🔥🔥🎶💯👍🏿
@retosonderegger6522
Beat is on fire ❤
@Shammago
That beat tho!
@RevolutionFromBelow
Word is bond. Such a sickass tune ! Get me hyper than a meth/crack combo.
@SurgeCess
sounds good, i like it
@anonymiss27
French Sound of "Triptik "
@Louis_Delgres
A real rob of the prod of Drixxe of TRIPTIK French DJ
@goliathobsay
it's Outloud solo aka Blas' Big Boy not an Blahzay Blahzay tune ! No PF cuttin' here ^^
@cheskobeatmaker
They robbed the beat. It's produced by Drixxxé from France.