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I ain’t blackin’ out yet, man. yo fuck with dat. Just spark...just spark all the rest of them l’s, son so we can all just black Out! [bj swan] I get the best of the best t-h-c, c-o-u-n-t Whether from jamaica or hawaii, I stay comin up with that jumanji C’mon I thought you knew bout a brother like me With a name like swan... [rock] You’s a buddha junkie! [bj swan] Chase the taste of the elegance flowin’ in the bass When we in the place, party people know they gotta wait Cause when boot camp niggas in the place to be Our only mission is to make you black o-u-t, c’mon [rock] C’mon, poster poster on the wall, who get’s the blackest of them all? Mr. maldu! smokin lah till I black out Sometimes it make a nigga rhyme till I black out Now the’ll be plenty ways to black out One way is gettin mashed out, or bringin yo ass out the bummy jab house And break yo mask out cause the smoke’ll make you gag Spliff after spliff till you flat on yo ass (chorus x 2) I’m fallin’ I’m fallin’ I’m fallin’ Black out’s callin’ [starang] In the double d, thinkin bout all the shit that worry me Me and ville sluggah had the all black bubbly North face goose, cuttin’ loose sticks and seeds out the weed Remember that shit? [louieville sluggah] True indeed... [starang] Yo, when I wake up, I take a hit of the spliff Word up a lot of muthafuckas start they day like this [louieville sluggah] But they’ll be no more smoke for me Pull up the henny, so I can feel my bod drizzy And max with my staff maintain and keep it nature No chaser, straight up cause this shit is major Gotta page goin’ off in range Sayin’ bring my fuckin’ whip back around the way [starang] Ok, now we out on the fdr We both stoned out our minds, we probably won’t get far (chorus x 2) I’m fallin’ I’m fallin’ I’m fallin’ Black out’s callin me [supreme] As I choke from the smoke, throat hot like a kitchen Eyes heavy from the rezi when the room kept spinnin’ In an instant, I could of swore I saw the reaper The rezi monster, stuttered and uttered nice to meet ya Grabbed me in the sleeper, he said smoke on this He said nigga, I got some shit for yo rezi spliff That’s when he pulled the hash out, I maxed out ready to pass out Living evidence the rezi spliff make yaaa... [steele] A sin like entities on an astroplane Crack the bible, hit the chalice to uplift my brain No strain, meditation helps me to maintain (singing)me only smokin’ sensi, me no sniff cocaine So do what you do to remain, till we return a-gain Back on to blackness from which we came [illa noyz] My day starts with a yawn in the early morn, what Off to the weed spot to ease tension off my knot Twist up the choc-o-lot, and the fronto to make the brainz blo That’s alright, 24-7 that’s how we flow, just lettin’ you know Even in blackness we activists, act as if yo ass won’t get dissed Get busy like drizzy, act like drazy leave you swayze Even in my state of blackness, I’ll attack the wackest Nigga with fanatics or dramatics, you’re done in Come with the shit, I bring the havoc (chorus x 4) I’m fallin’ I’m fallin’ I’m fallin’ Black out’s callin me [bj swan] Fuckin with me dude, you gon’ black out Fuckin’ wit’ me, you gon’ black out Come around my way, you gon’ black out Out in la they black out Out in m-i-a they black out Out in va they black out Washington, d.c. they black out All over, they black out [rock] Cocoa b’s will make ya...black out Tawl sean will make ya...black out Ben grimm will make ya...black out Everybody will make ya...black out The boot camp will make ya...black out Oh yeah baby...black out Everybody gonna black the fuck out Yo, get yo fat humfy, steamy mound of turds off my muthafuckin’ couch Black the fuck out, man [supreme] Get yo fat, stink, chubby ass the fuck up and stop... [rock] Yo, blow his nostrils up, son. hold up hold up [black out victim coughing hard] [supreme] Look at the smoke all in his hair and shit... [swan] Look at the nigga, he about to die! look at that nigga mark brown, fatso nigga’s Blacked out [rock] That’s what happen when you black out, you wake up with your nostrils on fire And shit...black out Black the fuck out, man Black out black out black out black out black out black out black out black out Black out black out black out black out... All the p.j. niggas and all the wannabe killas...black out...  More Boot Camp Clik Song Lyrics
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