Chords
Blackin Out

Key: D

Introduction:

difficulty
very easy |||||
Dm  
Six shit
                                                                Dm    F  
Ay yah yah yah yah yah yah yah
Dm         C                 G  
Six nigga, Dedication six niggas
F                                                            G                      Dm  
Six nigga, six nigga, Dedication six niggas
C                            G  
Six nigga, sick nigga, sick six shit nigga
verse 1: Euro + Lil Wayne
Dm                                         C  
I hear y'all new shit and I cringe (I cringe)
G              Dm                                    F                                                         G  
Your girlfriend likes me and my friends (My friends)
        Dm                            C                                                                      G  
If we hit it, that oui is not French (Not French)
          Dm                              C  
I'm anti-social, pardon my tints (My tints)
Dm                                      C  
                        AM(Yeah)  
          Dm                                                                    C  
Raw papers full of peas, cups full of mayhem (Yeah)
             Dm                                                                                 C  
We all wavy, I'm just sort of on a different wavelength (Yeah)
                          Dm                                                            C  
See they more like superstars, I'm more like Super Saiyans
Dm                                                                            G  
Bein' the greatest ever is my destiny skills
                     Dm                                         F                      C                 Dm  
Since a child, I focused on my Cali b and Michelle (Okay)
  Dm                                                                                      C  
Sittin' back, getting head from Mademoiselle
                                Dm                                    C  
Tryna' put every ghetto kid with a dream in my will
Dm                                                                                 C                      G                              Dm  
Dedicated to you to you for the 6th time, killed it on 5th one
                                                C  
Now they say I'm big time
                                                  Dm                                                                            C  
While them niggas skipped lunch,I learned how to skip lines
                                                G                                                                            C  
I learned how to kick, punch, power through to get mine
                                                Dm                                                      C  
Used to fuck with Sega, my uncle had a pasia
                                                Dm                                                                              C  
I knew this drug king-pin that tried to run for Mayor (skrt!)
                                        Dm                                                                 C  
Posted on the back-blocks talking player-player
                                                          G                                              C  
If she bad and I am greata', get her unlimited data
                                                        Dm                                                      C  
They tryna' build a wall, man my dogs gon' hate that shit
G                                         Dm                                                            C  
And build underground railroads, so the Maybachs fit, yeah
G                      Dm                                            C  
We in the game but we don't play that shit
                             Dm  
Cover your soul before they take that shit
Young
Dm                                                                    C                      Em  
Right nigga, wrong nigga, dope nigga, ill nigga
Dm                                                              C                            Em  
Rich nigga, polo nigga, house bigga' bills
                  Dm                                                            C                      Em  
Bigga' sick nigga, hill nigga, lit nigga, chill nigga
Dm                                                                    C                         Em  
Racks nigga, real bigga', Shaq bigga', lil' nigga
Dm  
Facts nigga, trill nigga, tax nigga, still nigga
Dm  
Coke on coke nigga, slopes nigga, hills nigga, joke nigga
Dm                      G                                                                      Dm  
No nigga, clip figure, quick trigger, thick strippers
                                                                                                                Dm  
I ain't into stick figures, make signals, O.J. with the brick
                  G  
Nigga run through the white
                        Dm  
                                                D  
                     Dm                                                                         C  
Nigga, diamonds in my teeth, Shawty like the pearly whites
                     Dm                                                                                    C  
Nigga, straight from New Orleans, like a plate of dirty rice
                     Dm                                                                         C  
Nigga, bought a lot of art, and I bought a lot to snort, hey
N.C.
  Dm                                                                              C  
Talkin' boutta a war, that's a convo' at the bar, wait
Dm                                                                                         C  
Drugs in the Broncos start the motherfuckin' Huss race
Dm  
I take off fom Urden, take your bitch up into MySpace
Dm  
I tell her keep her mouth shut
And if not I got some Scottish tape
Dm                                                                    G  
Gotta keep the lock-safe, referring to the safe-lock
Dm  
The shells fallin' to the ground, shakin' make you do the James Brown
Dm                                                                         C  
I still wear the same crown, light-skin or light-brown
Dm                                                                         G  
I still dick her right down, hit her with the pipe bounce
Dm  
Some niggas like flight crowns
G  
Some niggas like to fight vessels
Dm  
Some niggas got the right time, if you're asking me
                     G  
I say "Time will tell"
                  Dm                                                                    F  
Some niggas think they icons, some bitches think that I cast em'
     N.C.
     Dm                                                              C  
Niggas really pythons, I'm watching out for myself
N.C.
Dm  
Lyin' here, lookin' like "aww, yeah", lawn chair
Chop right off a Con air land it on the Timeshare
Dm                                                                    G  
I will, Versace eye-wear, feelin' like top shelf
Dm  
Cool is two L's and rock bells, hot as Scottsdale
Bombshell
Dm                    C                                            Dm  
Blackin' out, blackin' out, we on the drugs
F  
Blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out
G                 Dm              F  
All the guns, blackin' out, blackin' out, black-black-blackin' out
G                 Dm            C                                                                         G                                            C  
On the run, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out (Bow!)
G                                                                                      Dm  
Yeah, blackin' out, blackin' out, we on the drugs
C                                                                                                                 G  
Blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out
Dm                              F  
All the guns, blackin' out, blackin' out, black-black-blackin' out
G                 Dm                                                                            C  
On the run, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out
Dm                            G                         Dm  C  
That's some slick shit