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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Method Man & Redman]Blackout |
| home : | http://endforand.net/danced |
[Redman] Yo yo yo yo.. it's Funk Doc, where the weed at, bitch? Yo yo yo yo.. Funk DocÀ̾ß, ¸¶¸®È³ª´Â ¾îµø¾î, °³³â¾Æ? I speed backwards down a one-way from cops - see that shit? °æÂû·ÎºÎÅÍ µµ¸ÁÄ¡¸ç ÀϹæÅëÇà µµ·Î¿¡¼ ÈÄÁøÇØ - Àß º¸°í ÀÖ¾î? Believe that shit - slaughter, straight to camcorder ¹ÏÀ¸¶ó°í - Çлì, Ä·ÄÚ´õ·Î Á¦´ë·Î ´ã¾Æ I'm "Too Hot for TV," rap draw water ³ "TV ³ª¿À±â¿£ ³Ê¹« ¶ß°Å¿ö", ·¦À¸·Î ¹°À» »Ñ·Á My windpipe's attached to project ballers ³» ±âµµ´Â ºó¹Î°¡ °Å¸®¿¡ ¿¬°áµÇ¾îÀÖ¾î You yell: "Turn the heat down!" ³Í ¿ÜÄ¡Áö: "¿Âµµ Á» ³»·Á!" My voice, DVD 'round sound, so I'm heard round town ³» ¸ñ¼Ò¸®, DVD ¼¶ó¿îµå »ç¿îµå, ´öºÐ¿¡ µ¿³× ¿©±âÀú±â¼ À¯¸íÇØ And chances of y'all leavin? 'round now! ´Ï³×°¡ ¶°³¯ ±âȸ? Áö±ÝÂë! Wait later, will make front page paper Á»¸¸ ±â´Ù·Á, ½Å¹® 1¸é¿¡ ³ª¿À°ÚÁö Date raper; with juvenile eighth graders µ¥ÀÌÆ® °°£¹ü; ±×°Íµµ Áß2¸¦ µ¥¸®°í Hit the high school and 187 Caesar °íµîÇб³¿¡ °¡¼ Caesar¸¦ Á׿© When I bust y'all need to back fo' acres ³»°¡ ÃÑÀ» ½ò ¶§ ³Ê³Ù ¶¥À» ÁöŰ´Â°Ô ÁÁÀ»°Å¾ß Doc y'all, and that's my man Jabberjaw DocÀ̾ß, ±×¸®°í ³» Ä£±¸ Jabberjaw The shitlist ready, who next to scratch off? ¸®½ºÆ®´Â ÁغñµÆ¾î, ´ÙÀ½À¸·Î ºÎµúÃĺ¼ »ç¶÷Àº ´©±¸? I'm from the underground, my sound lift ³ ¾ð´õ±×¶ó¿îµå¿¡¼ ¿Ô¾î, ³» ¼Ò¸®´Â platform shoes to bitches, fo'-hundred pounds! ½Å¹ßÀÌ ´êÀº Ç÷§Æû(?)À» µé¾î¿Ã¸®Áö, 400ÆÄ¿îµå! [Chorus: Method Man + Redman] GET UP, STAND UP, BACK UP, PUSH UP ÀϾî¼, ¹Ù·Î ¼, ¹°·¯¼, ¹Ð¾î¼¼¿ö JUMP UP, ACT UP - TO MAKE Y'ALL FEEL IT! ¶Ù¾î, Çàµ¿ÇØ - ³Ê³×µéÀÌ ´À³¥ ¼ö ÀÖ°Ô! Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM Brrrrr... À§ÇùÇØ, ÇÏÇÏÇÏ À§ÇùÇØ Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM Brrrrr... À§ÇùÇØ, ÇÏÇÏÇÏ À§ÇùÇØ Yo' BLACKOUT, SHOOT OUT, SMOKED OUT, MOVE OUT Yo' Á¤½Å ³ª°¡, ÃѰÝÀü, ¿¬±â, ¹ÛÀ¸·Î ³ª°¡ EVEN KNOCK YOUR TOOTH OUT, TO MAKE Y'ALL FEEL IT! ÀÌ»¡µµ ³¯¾Æ°¡Áö, ³Ê³×µéÀÌ ´À³¥ ¼ö ÀÖ°Ô! Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM Brrrrr... À§ÇùÇØ, ÇÏÇÏÇÏ À§ÇùÇØ Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM Brrrrr... À§ÇùÇØ, ÇÏÇÏÇÏ À§ÇùÇØ [Method Man] And I'm the street-talkin.. dog-walkin.. ±×¸®°í ³ °Å¸®ÀÇ ¾ê±â¸¦ ÇÏ´Â.. °³¸¦ »êÃ¥½ÃŰ´Â.. Approach me with extreme caution -- oh now you forcin ³»°Ô ´Ù°¡¿Ã ¶§´Â ¾ÆÁÖ Á¶½ÉÈ÷ -- ¿À ÀÌÁ¨ ¹Ð¾îºÙÀ̱䰡 my +Hand+ to +Rock Yo' Cradle+ often, I'm hot-scorchin ³» "¼Õ"Àº ³× "¿ä¶÷À» Èçµé¾î", ¶ß°Ì°Ô ºÒŸÁö¸¸ But Stone Cold like Steve Austin Steve Austonó·³ "µ¹ °°ÀÌ Â÷°¡¿ö" (Stone Cold) If you smell what Tical cookin TicalÀÇ ¿ä¸®ÀÇ ³¿»õ¸¦ ¸ÃÀ» ¼ö ÀÖ´ÂÁö Ain't tryin to see central bookin °¡¿îµ¥·Î °¡·Á´Â °Ç ¾Æ´Ï¾ß So tell ya goon stop lookin ±×·¯´Ï ³Ê³×µé ±×¸¸ ÃÄ´ÙºÁ "Know What You Did Last Summer," so I started hookin "³×°¡ Áö³ ¿©¸§¿¡ ¹» Çß´ÂÁö ¾Ë¾Æ", ±×·¡¼ ¸¶±¸ ³¬¾ÆÃ¤±â ½ÃÀÛÇß¾î You past shooken off an open can of ass-whoopin ³Í ¾ûµ¢ÀÌ ¶§¸®±â¿¡ ³î¶ó´Â °Í ÀÌ»óÀÇ ¹ÝÀÀÀ» º¸¿© Ain't no tomorrow's in the Method's "Little Shop of Horrors" MethodÀÇ "ÀÛÀº È£·¯ ¼¥"¿¡ ³»ÀÏÀº ¾ø´Ù *Little Shop of Horrors - ¸®Æ² ¼¥ ¿Àºê È£·¯Áî. À¯¸íÇÑ ¹ÂÁöÄà Á¦¸ñ Áß Çϳª. Go ask your father who the father from the hill to harbor °¡¼ ´Ï ¾ÆºüÇÑÅ× ¾ð´ö¿¡ ¼û¾îÀÖ´Â À̰¡ ´©±¸³Ä°í ¹°¾îºÁ You know tha saga, marijuana blunts and Goldschlager Àü¼³¿¡ ´ëÇØ ¾ËÀݾÆ, ¸¶¸®È³ª¿Í Á×À½ÀÇ ¸Þµé¸®ÀÇ with deadly medley, y'all ain't ready for Shakwon and Reggie Goldschlager, ³Ê³×µéÀº Shakwon°ú Reggie¸¦ ¸ÂÀ» Áغñ°¡ µÇÁö ¾Ê¾Ò¾î Don't even bother, the radio for back-up - alright then ±ÍÂú°Ô ³ë·ÂÇÏÁö¸¶, ¹é¾÷ ¿ë ¶óµð¿À - ÁÁ¾Ò¾î Your man got slapped up, extorted for his ice an' ´Ï Ä£±¸´Â »´À» ¸Â¾ÒÁö, º¸¼®ÀÌ ÅÐ·È°í ¸»¾ß street life is triflin "Body over here!!" °Å¸®ÀÇ »îÀº Èûµé¾î "¿©±â ½Ãü°¡ ÀÖ´Ù!!" Don't make me pull a Tyson and bite a nigga ear Tysonó·³ ±Í¸¦ ¹°¾î¶â°Ô ¸¸µéÁö¸¶ Precise an', slicin jugulars, the cut-throat Á¤È®ÇϰÔ, ¸ñÀ» º£Áö, ¸ñ ±ß±â Ruggeder, predator, Viking, et cetera ´õ °ÅÄ£, Æ÷½ÄÀÚ, ¹ÙÀÌÅ·, ±âŸ µîµî People's Champ, niggaz be takin on competitors »ç¶÷µéÀÇ Ã¨ÇǾð, ³ðµéÀº °æÀïÀÚ¸¦ ¾ø¾ÖÁö Reachin for the microphone, relax and light a bone ¸¶ÀÌÅ©·ÎÆù¿¡ ¼ÕÀ» »¸¾î, ±äÀå Ç®°í ´ë¸¶ÃÊ¿¡ ºÒÀ» ºÙ¿© Straight from the catacomb, the +Children of the Corn+ ¹«´ý¿¡¼ ³ª¿Â, "¿Á¼ö¼ö ¹çÀÇ ¾ÆÀ̵é" *Children of the Corn - 1984³â ¹ßÇ¥µÈ ½º¸±·¯ ¿µÈ. ¼öÀÔ¸í "Àϸ®¾ð". that don't got a +CLUE+.. prepare for "Desert Storm" ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ¸ð¸£Áö.. "»ç¸·ÀÇ ÆøÇ³"À» ¸ÂÀ» ÁغñÇϱæ [Chorus] [Redman] I scored 1.1 on my SAT ³ SAT¿¡¼ 1.1Á¡À» ¹Þ¾Ò°í And still push a whip with a right and left AC ±×·¡µµ Á¿ì AC¿Í ÇÔ²² Â÷¸¦ ¸ô¾Æ Gorilla, Big Dog, if my name get called Gorilla, Big Dog, À̸§À» ºÎ¸£°í ½Í´Ù¸é I'm behind the brick wall with arsenic jaws ³ ºÒŸ´Â Åΰú ÇÔ²² º®µ¹ º® µÚ¿¡ ÀÖ¾î Spit poison, got a gun permit draw µ¶À» ¹ñ¾î, ÃÑÀÌ ÀÖÀ¸´Ï »Ì´Â °É Çã¶ôÇÏÁö Gun down at sundown - you keep score! ÇØ°¡ Áö¸é ÃÑÀ» ³»·Á - ´Ï°¡ Á¡¼ö ¼¼°í! This trainin course and y'all ain't fit ÀÌ°Ç Æ®·¹ÀÌ´× ÄÚ½º, ³Ê³Ù ÀûÀÀ ¸ø ÇØ On my crew tombstone put, "We all ain't shit!" ³» Å©·ç ¹¦ºñ¸í¿£ Àû¾îÁà "¿ì¸° Á¸³ª ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ¾Æ³Ä!" [Method Man] Yo, all you gonnabe, wannabe, when will you learn? Yo, ³Ê³× µû¶óÀïÀ̵é, ¾ðÁ¦¾ß ö µé°Å´Ï? Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta wait your turn Doc°ú Meth°¡ µÇ°í ½Í¾î? Â÷·Ê¸¦ ±â´Ù·Á I spit a .41 revolver on New Year's Eve ³ 12¿ù 31ÀÏ¿¡ 41±¸°æ ¸®º¼¹ö¸¦ ¹ñ¾î With the mic in my hand I mutilate MC's ¼Õ¿¡ ¸¶ÀÌÅ©¸¦ µé°í MCµé »çÁö¸¦ Àß¶ó The most slept on since Rip Van Wink' Rip Van Wink' ÀÌÈÄ·Î °¡Àå ³í¶õÀÇ ´ë»ó My shit stink with every element from A to zinc ³» ¹°°ÇÀº A¿¡¼ ¾Æ¿¬±îÁö ¿Â°® ¹°ÁúÀÇ ³¿»õ°¡ ³ª So what you think? ±×·¡¼ ¾î¶»°Ô »ý°¢ÇØ? I'ma blackout on just one drink? You must be crazy! ¼ú ÇÑ ÀÜ¿¡ °¡¹ö¸± °Å °°¾Æ? ¹ÌÃÆ³ªº¸±¸³ª! A little off the wall maybe - go get a shrink! ¾à°£Àº ƯÀÌÇÒÁöµµ ¸ð¸£Áö - °¡¼ Á¤½Å°ú ÀÇ»ç µ¥·Á¿Í! [Chorus] |
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