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