Blackin' Out lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Euro)

[Lil Wayne:]
Sick shit
Ay yah, yah, yah...
Six, nigga, Dedication Six, nigga, Six, nigga, Six, nigga
Dedication Six, nigga, Six, nigga, sick nigga, sick six shit nigga...

[Euro & Lil Wayne:]
I hear y'all new shit and I cringe (I cringe)
Your girlfriend likes me and my friends (my friends)
If we hit it, that oui is not French (not French)
I'm anti-social, pardon my tints (my tints)
We left E11even, at 11 AM (yeah)
Raw papers full of peace, cups full of mayhem (yeah)
We all wavy, I'm just sort of on a different wavelength (yeah)
See they more like superstars, I'm more like Super Saiyans
Bein' the greatest ever is my destiny still
Since a child, I focused on my Kelly, Bey, and Michelle (okay)
Sittin' back, getting head from Mademoiselle
Tryna put every ghetto kid with a dream in my will
Dedicated to you for the 6th time, killed it on 5th one
Now they say I'm big time
While them niggas skipped lunch, I learned how to skip lines
I learned how to kick, punch, power through to get mine
Used to fuck with Sega, my uncle had a pager
I knew this drug king-pin that tried to run for Mayor (skrt!)
Posted on the back-blocks talking player-player
If she bad and I am greater, get her unlimited data
They tryna build a wall, man my dogs gon' hate that shit
And build underground railroads, so the Maybachs fit, yeah
We in the game but we don't play that shit
Cover your soul before they take that shit
Young

[Lil Wayne:]
Right nigga, wrong nigga
Dope nigga, ill nigga
Rich nigga, Polo nigga
House bigger, bills bigger
Sick nigga, Hill nigga
Lit nigga, chill nigga
Racks nigga, real bigger
Shaq bigger, lil nigga
Facts nigga, trill nigga
Tax nigga, still nigga
Coke-on-coke, nigga
Slopes, niggas; hills, nigga
Joke, nigga? No, nigga
Clip bigger, quick trigger
Thick strippers, I ain't into stick figures
Mixed signals, O.J. with the brick
Nigga run through the white
Nigga, O.J. on my wrist, nigga that's Sunny D-Light
Nigga, diamonds in my teeth, shining like some pearly whites
Nigga, straight from New Orleans, like a plate of dirty rice
Nigga bought a lot of art, and I brought a lot to snort, hey
Beat around a bush, right after we beat the court case
Talking 'bout a a war, that's a convo at the bar, wait
Drugs in the Broncos, start the motherfuckin' horse race
I take off from Earth and take your bitch up into MySpace
I tell her keep her mouth shut
If not I got some scotch tape
Got to keep the lock-safe, referring to the safe-lock
The shelves fall, the ground shake
It make it do the James Brown
I still wear the same crown, light-skin or light-brown
I still dick her right down, hit her with the pipe bomb
Some niggas like fight crime, some niggas like to fight fair
Some niggas got the right time, you ask him he'll say "Time'll tell"
Some niggas think they're icons, some bitches think that I care
Niggas got a iPhone, some niggas had a SkyTel
Niggas really pythons, I'm watching out for myself
Tattoos, black skin, red eyes, blonde hair
Lyin' there, lookin' like, "Aww, yeah", lawn chair
Jump right off the Con-Air and landed on the time-share
I wear Versace eyeware, feelin' like top shelf
Cool as two Ls and rock bells hot as Scottsdale
Bombshell

Blackin' out, blackin' out, we on the drugs
Blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out
All the guns, blackin' out, blackin' out, black-black-blackin' out
On the run, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out (bow!)
Yeah, blackin' out, blackin' out, we on the drugs
Blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out
All the guns, blackin' out, blackin' out, black-black-blackin' out
On the run, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out
That's some sick shit