Blackout (feat. JAY Z & The Lox) - DMX

Swear to God I just touched down All around the world (same song) Killa Cali nigga (same song) A-T-L (same song) Real-adelphia. dude it's all around the world London, England, South of France And all points between they know about your man Konichiwa ladies when I'm out in Japan I'm a Tokyo Giant like Ichiro, I am Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew Now I bounce six-fours up and down Crenshaw Spot me the hotel, the Cap', or Capri Bathrobe, slippers in the lobby like weed Your man'll stand manta ray, handlin a steak And handlin the modern stand about five-eight Five-nine fine wine fine dine either that Or I'm mixin in Switzerland, tryin to buy time Ballin out in Bali when it's gorgeous out in Cali Brunchin at the 4 Seasons, off the heezy When it's back home nigga back to the zone Nigga back to the books to the rhymes that took me All around the world. (same song) Brooklyn bombers (same song) Detroit players (same song) Chi-Town. all around the world Said it's all love, Sure Club, M-I-A Party at bungalow eight, when I stay Pool look like a hundred Beyonce's A couple fiances, I'm the new DeVante "Come and Talk to Me" mami in the Ea-sy Garant, I hope, she ain't too young Only twenty-one and older let another nigga mold her I'm just tryin to show her how a baller and a roller Sleep one place, sell the pie to keep the engine Runnin then I wake up in Martha's Vineyard Same boss this year, I think I'm gon' spend Christmas Reminisce about the time my mom couldn't spend Christmas Now I'm gon' send her on her own little wish list Anywhere in the world, anywhere for my girl Forever my lady, blind crippled and crazy A ticket and you pay to see D - sweet Sade Sade, Sade, don't you know I love you sweet Sade, Sade Said it ain't where you from yo it's where you at Real niggaz out in Brooklyn, some niggaz don't clap It's real killers out in Cali, some niggaz just act Hollywood like they out the hood, it's all to the good Real players in the D-Twa, some of them throwed Slackin on they mackin, rest haven for hoes Real pranksters in the Chi, most of them real folks Disciplined Gangsters, come on Charlie I know Shit it ain't about your city or borough It's bout if you really as thorough And if you are, holla at your boy I put my hand on my heart, that means I feel you Real recognize real and you lookin familiar I'ma Bed-Stuy nigga but I do it to death I promise I'm as St. Thomas homey eatin at Chef's One-twelve, A-T-L, the sun up yet? Then we party like the sun don't set We gon' take you all around the world. it's the same song (same song) Everywhere (same song) It's the same song (same song) We gon' take you all around the world. same song (same song) Same song (same song) Same song (same song) All around the world.

Uh, turn, what goes around comes around Aye, turn, turn the music up, uh, yeah Goes around comes around What goes, alright, like like Life goes in cycles Everything that comes around goes around 'Fore it goes down, get you some ice Life goes in cycles, what comes around goes around So 'fore it goes down, nigga, get you some icicles Audemars before all of y'alls Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh 12 o'clock, boy, silly nice, huh Willie in traffic, I'm Philly nice, uh E.T. on the handles, uh Handlebars like a Xanax Shammgod with the AND1 moves Throw that shit 'round your neck Right quick, broke boys get fixed Right quick, Nigel Sylvester with these bike flips Uh, that's a full cab and a backflip Uh, sidebar Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it Raf movin' slow like a creep Shirt in the breeze like I'm sailin' And I walk in my sleep, I can't help that (I can't) When's the last time I asked for some help that I couldn't get from nobody else? Yeah I couldn't get from nobody out there (I can't) When's the last time I asked for some help that I couldn't get from nobody else? Yeah Nobody I don't get weak in the knees Hundreds spread out like a fan Vert feel like some Gucci sandals Open the sky, get a handful Torso marked up like a vandal How you not fuckin' with cash? God gave you what you could handle Gave you what you could handle I got the grip like the handle And I'm bikin' I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel Hades got the angels TV's got the angles I'm brakin', got- Bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slo-mo (slo-mo) Maybe the four wheel excitin' us more I'm cold when the temperatures dip below 70s (dip below 70, dip below 70) How can I be burr around L.A. coast? (L.A. coast) The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany brooch On my lapel, at the table, I'm givin' a toast (givin' a) The first wedding that I've been in my 20s Thinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to own Maybe the government got nothin' to do with it Thinkin' maybe the feeling just comes and it goes Think I want me a lil' one that look like my clone Me and my baby can't do on our own I landed a trick, got my impossibles I'm fuckin' with Addy, I'm watchin' my dose 24 hours like they never close I'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' these blocks, yeah Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, ooh I'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads (obstacles) I'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rod Savage, I'm bikin', yeah From Coldwater to the Shaw Alcoholic way I handle the bars This a PK, PK Ripper Nah, you can't fuck with the boy That's my problem, yeah, I got 'em My tire smokin' when I stop Okay, nobody fuckin' with me My accolades hang from my neck Pedal, I drown in the heat My sapphires drown in my sweat White mags, but I jet Jackson, I'm savin' the streets I'm Roger Rabbit in the air I don't care, Big Willie Style, yeah Nigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheel Nigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeah I rose my rate, brand-new brakes Why I name it Slater? Ask my date I don't get weak in the knees Hundreds spread out like a fan Vert feel like some Gucci sandals Open the sky, get a handful Torso marked up like a vandal How you not fuckin' with cash? God gave you what you could handle Gave you what you could handle I got the grip like the handle And I'm bikin' I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel Hades got the angels TV's got the angles I'm brakin' Got, got me fucked up Got a million dollar bike Got a million dollar bike Got, got me fucked up Got me fucked up, up Million dollar bike Got, got me fucked up, up Million dollar bike Got, got me fucked up Got a million dollar bike Got a million dollar bike Got, got me fucked up Got me fucked up, up Million dollar bike Got, got me fucked up, up Million dollar bike