BlaQKout

Yeah (yeah)

This is one of those when you put it together you make gumbo (gumbo) you dig? (I dig)

I mean how can you go wrong?

DJ Quik on the beat,

Kurupt Young

Gotti on the mic

DJ Quik on the mic,

I mean How can you go wrong?

Yes [DJ Quik]

I'ma hit you right off of the intro

I don't need rap,

I'm a pimp

So I'm conflicted

Cause I can't put hoes on the track, that's contradictin

And even though

I don't win no

Grammys I still get love in the streets, from the pappys and mammys

I'll be damned they ain't family

They treat me like

I flunked out of

Grambling but they happy that

I went on a scholarship,

God damn me

I know you love me if you feel this

I'm not a rapper,

I'm a realist

And I came back just to get you on track like metro

Set the stage on fire, gallon of petrol - get it all!

Patron shots got me gettin drunk, want to hit it all

Rap music filled with shock and awe

I know you love

Quik cause

I'm rockin y'all

Kurupt'll be here in 8 bars to spit at y'all

Yeah This feel so

Crenshaw right now

This feelin right here is kinda takin me back to 1995

Such a familiar feeling, glad to be here! [Kurupt]

Ay I'm wit'chu big homey!

Me? I was born to be a

G Different situations bring out a different me

Soliloquies of get shit spit spastically

I put that on my life, my wife, my kids and the streets

I'ma rise; this shouldn't come as a surprise

Open up your mind body soul and your eyes

I improve, intertwine, improvise

Impatient at some times when

I grind When

I (BlaQKout), my thoughts is my eyes

But I can see e'rything in sight like they lied

You might not like this, you might not care

I might tell you somethin you don't really wanna hear

I plan to take a couple of you niggaz on a journey

You can come with me willingly or leave on a gurney

Gargantuan, cannon cocker

BLAKA BLAK

A BLAKA Motherfucker

Kurupt a couple percussions

Passed around like "8Ball" when

Eric was alive

Step up in the club, and take a look inside

And BlaQKout [echoes] out out out