Låttexter:
Pavement Black Out

Sunday driving past your own hall of fame It's closed on weekdays, shut for good Pick out no one when you're talkin' Felt like rattlesnakes were walkin

nails grow long, you get gray skin May this nigga rest in peace, Amen I run with brave men, straight out the housin', we wildin' Names engraved in the pavement

It Feel Like I Got Beef Cuz I Ain't Sleep In A Week And I Ain't takin a Step Outta Of My Door With Out That Heat I Think Somebody Trynna Do Me Somethin

On that, milk chick, watch me damage your acoustics The Muddy Waters be blowin' your tape recorders Pull out the four niggaz steppin' like they on a Nordic track Cool out black

In a white room with black curtains Near the stations black roof country No gold pavements tired starlings Silver horses ran down moonbeams In your dark

cali-co You look like a asshole, full of shit Niggaz sure to get hit, when my fo-fo spit Black shirt, black jeans, black boots, black whip Black mask, paif of black

a source of heat near my feet I'm so weak I pass in and out of sleep Flashes of light blotches of color I yell out for help but it's drown out by weather

Never half-assed, always live and direct On bitches try to punk smell, the panty and raw sex Mad lights I had to black out, when fake niggaz act out Or step out

muggin', steady thuggin' And I'm tryin' to find the hoodrat's all about fuckin' Still loked out All my dawgs from the past, dead or smoked out Still