BLACKOUT
L.A.K & Kingzed Lyrics
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(This is it right here baby)
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R T with the matchin' bandana
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Phoning your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean, lightin' the green
I need the bugy, even though I look, right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album, try to boost they sales
We put our pies on the table and our eyes on a label
'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
(They call me) Raspy, tell you what I want you to know
Fuck what you ask me, you probably don't want me to blow
I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to skip
Usually a good nigga, even though I'm able to flip
You pay 30 for the 'Kiss (uh-huh) a 100 for The L.O.X. (Yeah)
And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop
Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a z-bull's my pet
And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck
Yo when my gun bust, send niggas to the fish like Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek Luc', type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin', if you all alive in the mornin', that's fine
Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine
I want PC, see me? Tuck in your chains
I got niggas my pop's age that lifestyle ain't changed
It's like wake up, move a brick, half of it slow
Make car money, check with Sheek, go fuck with a hoe
I rock a waist length mink, do-rag under my fitted
And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new
That's Sheek in the dress-up club 'cause I don't fuck with shoes
And for my nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told
I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole
'Cause we got the same goal, and you try an' tamper with mine?
Don't make me motherfuckin' leave you with some shit in yo' spine
Fuck with me you be a was nigga, nigga was dope
Nigga was gettin' money 'fore I extorted your coke, 'ju crazy?
Ayo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box and shells
In a ninety-eight Lincoln eatin' pasta shells
Order to go, always got a box of L's
Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and swig
I'm Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig
I pop shit 'cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G.
Y'all niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to your father
'Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver
If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be bothered
I spit, I'm just a crooked nigga goin' legit
You hold your nine if you holdin' a brick
Common sense, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent
L.O.X. get respect like Sonny from "Bronx Tale"
Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel
Thirsty to live, are y'all niggas eager to die?
I tell all my niggas ride, you won't leave with a dime
Motherfucker
Yeah, yeah
I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga, puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, til it all went insane
Now bitches notice the chains now that I hit my number
The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
The beeper done changed, you dead bitch, the Reaper done came
I suggest niggaz stop speakin' my name
'Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain
I keep creepin', streets keep watchin', I keep poppin '
Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin'
Jay flow for pesos, chase hoes, not
I just circle 'round the block in a drop
Tell them jump through the top (Uh-huh)
Where the sun roof used to be
I could see y'all not used to me
Nigga flows like none other, I'm the meanest
Toughest Don Dada, the gun butt ya
You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
I'm the type that get excited, when the gun touch ya, motherfuckers
Y'all niggas 'bout to witness a dynasty like no other
Grr. I'm headed nowhere fast
Run in the place, gat in my waist
Niggas wanted a taste, but wouldn't come to my face
So what that mean? You cats is playin' games again
So now what I do? Start namin' names again (What)
All you motherfuckers know, that I speak from the heart (Uh)
Play like you don't know, L.O.X. is gon' bark
We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more niggas
Styles, Sheek, Jay, we comin' with like four niggaz (Aight)
Y'all niggaz, best to stop playin', it'll be the ones you forgotten about
That'll get you shot in your mouth
Got my dogs covered (Uh)
Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered (What)
"It's Dark," and I love it! (Uh)
Get him boy, let him loose (C'mon)
You want it with the dog? Get a gun, let him shoot (C'mon)
The lyrics of "Blackout" by L.A.K & Kingzed are aggressive and boastful, with each rapper taking turns to proclaim their superiority over their peers. The song is filled with talk of money, women, and gunplay, all delivered over a hard-hitting beat.
The first verse, performed by Jadakiss, sees him bragging about his success, from driving a luxury car to sporting expensive bling. He also boasts about his popularity with women and his ability to write hit songs for other rappers. Sheek Louch takes over in the second verse, rhyming about his criminal activities and his luxurious lifestyle. He also warns other rappers not to cross him, threatening violence if they do.
The third and final verse is performed by Styles P, who raps about his toughness and his devotion to his crew, the L.O.X. He also takes aim at his rivals, suggesting that they are afraid to confront him face-to-face. Overall, "Blackout" is a song that revels in macho posturing, with each rapper attempting to outdo the others in terms of bravado and toughness.
Line by Line Meaning
Fuck that
Disregard that
(This is it right here baby)
This is the moment
You know what it is
You are aware of the situation
Yo, I used to have bad luck
In the past, I had unfortunate circumstances
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Now, it's possible to see me in a Jaguar truck
Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck
Extremely content, either with an attractive woman or a less desirable one
Double-R T with the matchin' bandana
I have a Rolls-Royce Phantom with a coordinating bandana
38-snub blue steel with no hammer
I possess a small .38 caliber handgun without a hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance at the 'Kiss
I observe other individuals attempting to catch a glimpse of me, Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Because I walk around with the amount of money you were given in advance for a record deal on my wrist
Phoning your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon
Calling your women while intoxicated on Corona beer mixed with lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean, lightin' the green
And you know that I'm still writing, while skillfully rolling and smoking marijuana
I need the bugy, even though I look, right in the beam
I desire to drive a Bugatti, even though I might attract attention from law enforcement
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
When the judge discovers it is my crew, he increases their bail amounts
Niggas throw us on they album, try to boost they sales
Individuals include us on their albums in an attempt to increase their sales
We put our pies on the table and our eyes on a label
We place our illegal activities and attention on getting a record deal
'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
Because those prejudiced individuals in the rural areas will attempt to harm you
(They call me) Raspy, tell you what I want you to know
(They call me) Raspy, I will inform you of what I desire you to know
Fuck what you ask me, you probably don't want me to blow
Disregard your inquiries, you likely do not want me to succeed
I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to skip
I possess a great deal of strength and energy, allowing me to surpass certain obstacles
Usually a good nigga, even though I'm able to flip
Generally speaking, I am a reputable person, despite having the capacity to change
You pay 30 for the 'Kiss (uh-huh) a 100 for The L.O.X. (Yeah)
You provide $30 for Kiss and $100 for The L.O.X.
And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop
And if we have a positive relationship, I will create a catchy chorus for a song
Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a z-bull's my pet
The amount of money in my bank account represents my wager, and a pitbull is my pet dog
And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck
And you can be certain that my dog will attack by biting the legs and neck
Yo when my gun bust, send niggas to the fish like Swanson
When I fire my gun, individuals end up dead like fish, just like Swanson brand
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
I, the youngest Bumpy Johnson of New York, instill fear in all of you
Sheek Luc', type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
Sheek Luc' is the kind of person who would pour gasoline on your bed
And that's warnin', if you all alive in the mornin', that's fine
Consider this a warning, if you happen to still be alive in the morning, that's acceptable
Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine
Now, I recommend that you go to the neighborhood and acquire what rightfully belongs to me
I want PC, see me? Tuck in your chains
I desire complete control, you should hide your expensive jewelry
I got niggas my pop's age that lifestyle ain't changed
I have friends who are the same age as my father and their way of life has not changed
It's like wake up, move a brick, half of it slow
It's as if every day starts with the task of distributing drugs, sometimes at a slower pace
Make car money, check with Sheek, go fuck with a hoe
Earn enough money to purchase a car, consult with Sheek, then engage in sexual activities with a woman
I rock a waist length mink, do-rag under my fitted
I wear a mink coat that reaches my waist, with a do-rag underneath my fitted hat
And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new
I don't even desire wavy hair, and my Timberland boots are only halfway worn
That's Sheek in the dress-up club 'cause I don't fuck with shoes
That's Sheek dressing up for the nightclub because he doesn't wear shoes frequently
And for my nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told
I promise on the Bible to share the story of my friend's life
I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole
I shoot you with thirty bullets, all in the same location
'Cause we got the same goal, and you try an' tamper with mine?
Because we aim for the same objective, yet you try to interfere with mine?
Don't make me motherfuckin' leave you with some shit in yo' spine
Don't make me violently injure you, leaving something embedded in your spinal cord
Fuck with me you be a was nigga, nigga was dope
If you mess with me, you will become a washed-up person, just like you used to be a drug dealer
Nigga was gettin' money 'fore I extorted your coke, 'ju crazy?
I was already making money before I seized control of your drug operation, are you insane?
Ayo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box and shells
By the way, you might encounter me with a .38 caliber handgun, ammunition, and a container
In a ninety-eight Lincoln eatin' pasta shells
Inside a 1998 Lincoln car, I am eating pasta shells
Order to go, always got a box of L's
Requesting food to be taken away, and I always have a box of marijuana cigarettes
Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and swig
Partake in drugs, maintain discretion, and drink a Heineken beer in one gulp
I'm Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig
I am Pinero, so I despise deceitful individuals or law enforcement
I pop shit 'cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G.
I talk arrogantly because I am the second greatest, with the first being The Notorious B.I.G.
Y'all niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to your father
You all have been disrespected, allow me to have a conversation with your father
'Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver
Because I enjoy playing chess and firing a revolver
If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be bothered
If I dislike someone, I don't even waste my time with them
I spit, I'm just a crooked nigga goin' legit
I rap, I am merely a deceitful individual trying to become legitimate
You hold your nine if you holdin' a brick
You possess a firearm if you are in possession of illegal drugs
Common sense, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent
Use your intelligence, if there is a threat from law enforcement, flee to the Bahamas and become intoxicated
L.O.X. get respect like Sonny from "Bronx Tale"
L.O.X. is highly regarded, similar to the character Sonny from the film "A Bronx Tale"
Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel
Our group, along with DMX, form the powerful Ruff Ryder organization
Thirsty to live, are y'all niggas eager to die?
Are you all so desperate to survive while simultaneously being eager to die?
I tell all my niggas ride, you won't leave with a dime
I instruct all my friends to stay loyal, as you will not escape with any money
Motherfucker
Fuck you
Yeah, yeah
Yes, yes
I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
I am powerful, I hibernate through the winter and then dominate during the summer
Ghetto nigga, puttin' up Will Smith numbers
I am a person from the ghetto achieving the same level of success as Will Smith
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, bitches among us
I am accompanied by luxury cars like the BMW 6 Series and Hummers, as well as attractive women
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
Attempting to avoid allowing these negative experiences to define us
It started from hunger, til it all went insane
It all began from a place of hunger, but eventually became chaotic
Now bitches notice the chains now that I hit my number
Now that I have achieved success, women pay attention to the jewelry I wear
The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
The women I manipulated are now unable to contact me because my phone number is private
The beeper done changed, you dead bitch, the Reaper done came
The way of communication has evolved, you are now in danger, death has arrived
I suggest niggaz stop speakin' my name
I recommend individuals refrain from mentioning my name
'Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain
Because believe me, you can still experience the intensity even in adverse situations
I keep creepin', streets keep watchin', I keep poppin'
I continue moving subtly, while the streets remain vigilant, and I continue shooting
Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin'
People are easily angered, and the bullets I fire are searching for targets
Jay flow for pesos, chase hoes, not
My rap style is influenced by money, I pursue women, not the other way around
I just circle 'round the block in a drop
I simply drive around the neighborhood in a convertible vehicle
Tell them jump through the top (Uh-huh)
Instruct them to enter through the roof
Where the sun roof used to be
Where the current opening in the roof used to be a sunroof
I could see y'all not used to me
I can perceive that you are unfamiliar with me
Nigga flows like none other, I'm the meanest
My rap style is unparalleled, I am the most intimidating
Toughest Don Dada, the gun butt ya
I am the toughest and most respected leader, and I will hit you with the butt of my gun
You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
You are the kind of person who fires many shots but never hits the target
I'm the type that get excited, when the gun touch ya, motherfuckers
I'm the type of person who gets thrilled when my gun makes contact with you, causing harm
Y'all niggas 'bout to witness a dynasty like no other
You all are about to witness a powerful legacy unlike any other
Grr. I'm headed nowhere fast
Grr. I am not making progress quickly
Run in the place, gat in my waist
Enter the location with a firearm concealed in my waistband
Niggas wanted a taste, but wouldn't come to my face
People desired confrontation, but were unwilling to confront me directly
So what that mean? You cats is playin' games again
So what does that imply? You individuals are engaging in deceitful activities once more
So now what I do? Start namin' names again (What)
So now what do I do? Begin identifying individuals by name once more
All you motherfuckers know, that I speak from the heart (Uh)
All of you are well aware that I express myself sincerely
Play like you don't know, L.O.X. is gon' bark
Pretend as if you are unaware, but L.O.X. will respond aggressively
We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more niggas
We can engage in conflict, but in order to ensure fairness, gather more individuals
Styles, Sheek, Jay, we comin' with like four niggaz (Aight)
Styles, Sheek, Jay, and I are bringing a group of four individuals
Y'all niggaz, best to stop playin', it'll be the ones you forgotten about
You all should cease your deceitful actions, as it will be the individuals you have overlooked
That'll get you shot in your mouth
Who will end up shooting you in the mouth
Got my dogs covered (Uh)
I have my friends protected
Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered (What)
Furthermore, everything is smooth and pleasant, like when chicken is covered in gravy
"It's Dark," and I love it! (Uh)
"It's Dark," and I enjoy it!
Get him boy, let him loose (C'mon)
Take action, release him
You want it with the dog? Get a gun, let him shoot (C'mon)
Do you desire confrontation with our group? Then acquire a firearm and let it be used against us
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: SHAWN CARTER, KASSEEM DEAN, SEAN JACOBS, JASON PHILLIPS, EARL SIMMONS, DAVID STYLES
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