Wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, wha wha,
off the black gold, nuts in my hand, trustin' no man Got my cocked, runnin' this thing, ya understand? We be steamin', blazin' nines, and K's and Holly Grove 17th, tha where I was raised in (What, what, what?)
bustin' heads and runnin', duckin' Feds and Rocks under tongues and ki's under they beds and Hood fulla real niggaz, twenty-four hustlers Ehh, until we shove a down ya pipe suckers Ain't no love for no busta, no fear for no
No respect no stunt and no money without power We keepin' niggaz hotter, eww, and sour Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and at every hour niggaz like that powder, foldin' up what they drain
Some like that weed or that and some shoot it up in they veins (Oh) From the home of that 'caine, jackin' and brains Broadcastin' live from Tha Block, it's Wayne (Who it is?)
Nigga you got that Well, cook nigga Nigga, you let K's go? Well, somethin', nigga
Are you duckin' law? You better run from 'em, Are you with that raw? Well, won't you somethin', nigga?
Tha is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha ha Tha block is hot, tha is hot ha, ha ha Tha is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha ha Tha is hot, tha block is hot ha
See, where I'm we keep our guns out Dodgin' cops and burnin' blocks so we be out time to floss, bring the big bodies on dubs out And they got quarters, and birds in that one house (I got it)
(I got it) It's all good in the but a lot illegal Soon as you get it, hot skirt, there go them Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner End up in Miss Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the
everyday, at the spot where niggaz murder off top, boy It's the spot they got Fire Girls and Hot, Boys We don't know what be goin' 'cause we so blunted trees And we'll be round ya all day til we '400
And you see where go, nobody be on the pulpit got a nigga got on a scarf, he flippin' out off that raw Betta stay in yo' car, and sure, your door is locked (Beep, beep) this ain't nuttin' proper 'cause tha block, is just hot
Nigga you got llello? Well, cook something Nigga, you let K's go? Well, bust somethin',
Are you duckin' law? You run from 'em, nigga Are you playin' with raw? Well, won't you somethin', nigga?
Tha is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha ha Tha is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha ha Tha is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha ha Tha is hot, tha block is hot ha
See, watch your step on my set, gotta walk like, talk We done shot out all the street So you can't see who we be And we like to dress in all black up in my
Ain't got on no suits 'cause we ain't to be Presidents And ever the coke drought, niggaz been on a trip y'all So you better what y'all playin wit 'Cause a will try to flip y'all
hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug Hah, your breath, now shh, catch a slug It's street smarts, niggaz that keep spots When the starts, ain't nobody got sweethearts
Callin' weak shots, you could come try to cheap We cut your week short, them boys don't give a damn Go all out for that cake, won't hesitate to a man Run in his house and the nigga, him and his fam Tie 'em up, put 'em in the vans put a gat in his jaws Tch, one move his cactuses off
Nigga you got llello? Well, something nigga Nigga, you let K's go? Well, bust somethin',
Are you duckin' that You better run from 'em, Are you playin' with that Well, won't you somethin', nigga?
Tha block is hot, tha is hot ha, ha ha Tha is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha ha Tha is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha ha Tha block is hot, tha is hot ha
Whoot! Some call me 'cause tha block is hot Shk-a-blaow! Bust ya 'cause tha block is hot Nigga chsh, cook it up tha block is hot Say, look Daddy, just hook it up tha block is hot
Nigga, whoot! Some people call me 'cause tha is hot Shk-a-blaow! Bust ya 'cause tha block is hot chsh, cook it up 'cause tha block is hot Say, look Daddy, just hook it up tha block is hot
Nigga, my hot, nigga, my block burn My block on fire, nigga, what about Nigga, my block hot, nigga, my block My block on fire, nigga, what yours? The is hot, ha ha ha ha