Blackula lyrics

Artist  : Tash 
Song : Blackula



 Send "Blackula" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [tash]	yo, ro’gram where you at homey? 

[j-ro]
At nighttime I’m on the prowl, and I’m livin
foul like blackula
Got a microphone made out of chrome shaped like a
spatula
Cause I’m flippin rhymes at three times the
speed of lightning
You dare to compare to the golden bear it’s
kind of frightening
You can meditate, til you levitate, but never
rate
Higher than a seven/eight, yeah I had to set em
straight
I know you feelin these, I ramsack yo’
facilities
I’m ill at ease, with these mc’s, who ain’t
got no abilities
(get at me) I make mc’s, run out like
batteries
I roll the bleeze and then I blow like cannonball
adderly

You try to get with likwit but yo’ brew ain’t
cold enough
Cold enough
You try to get with likwit but yo’ brew ain’t
cold enough
Cold enough

[tash]
Ahhhh, y’all ain’t even gotta clue what my
clique gon’ do
Fast money, fast cars, niggaz sleep until two
My likwit niggaz roundezous, we cop kung-fus and
split em
When "the freaks come out at night"
catash be right wit em
Stone-faced, but only when I’m loaded wit funs
Big guns, I’ll make you do the nestea plunge
I only came to have some fun but I get caught up
in the rapture
I don’t even write lyrics no more, I
manufacture
Cold shit, you know that old gold shit, that raw
shit
That drunken alkahol sh*t that make you say,
"ahhh shit!"
Them motherf**kers is too slick for michael
We be creepin up on you like police on bikes

It’s the middle of the -- hype, night
All the ladies looking -- right, right
My likwit niggaz keep it -- tight, tight
Rowdy niggaz wanna -- fight, fight
It’s the middle of the -- hype, night
All the ladies looking -- right, right
My likwit niggaz keep it..

[e-swift]
Me and my niggaz out lookin for a party to crash
Mashed out to long beach but we stop for some
gas
I pull in first, catash pulled in last
J-ro steady rollin blunts of the moroccan hash

[tash]
Since it’s all about the cash, we ? ? on that
smash
Hit up four-five and carson, scoop xzibit and
brad
The sounds beatin so hard it’s vibratin my
glass
Blast, plus we drivin way too fast

[e-swift]
Slow down, you can’t crash the whip
Slow down and hit a dip
Cause I paid a lot of money for this ? ? kit
We runnin late for a show, we got this money to
get
The nightlife’ll have you caught up in all
types of shit

[tash]
Like what? 
Like this, like that, like that like this
I drink st. ide’s, I don’t be f**kin with
crist’
Cause we the type of clique that need to drink
somethin stronger
When tha liks is in the house, the party last
longer

[e-swift]
I dedicate this song to, bit*hes and thugs
Who party down at the club and show tha liks
love
Even with creatine, injected in your spleen
You couldn’t compete with my all-star likwit
team

[tash]
Cause tha liks reign supreme of all hip-hop
scenes
We heard about your bougie party, bumrushed it in
jeans
And still pulled the hoes most likely to succeed
Where that nigga j-ro? -- most likely smokin
weed

It’s the middle of the -- hype, night
All the ladies looking -- right, right
My likwit niggaz keep it -- tight, tight
Rowdy niggaz wanna -- fight, fight
It’s the middle of the -- hype, night
All the ladies looking -- right, right
My likwit niggaz keep it -- tight, tight
Rowdy niggaz wanna -- fight, fight

[j-ro]
Yo, check it out (uh-huh)
Turn up the level more so I can hear the sh*t
forever more
I came out of nowhere, like predator
That’s a metaphor, if you rap-impaired, you
might say what happened there
While the b-boys clap and cheer, bring that beat
back in here!
Nighttime is the right time to write rhymes
Why you wanna bite mine?  I blow you away like
white lines
I think you better let it go, get yo’ as* off
my pedestal
Before you need attention, and it’s gonna be
medical
If rap was basketball I’d have the earl the
pearl handles
I drink everything but jack daniels
Rap scandals, don’t interest me, I don’t get
dressy
Tha liks rock the shows but leave the whole crowd
messy

It’s the middle of the -- hype, night
All the ladies looking -- right, right
My likwit niggaz keep it -- tight, tight
Rowdy niggaz wanna -- fight, fight
It’s the middle of the -- hype, night
All the ladies looking -- right, right
My likwit niggaz keep it -- tight, tight
Rowdy niggaz wanna -- fight, fight