Wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, wha wha,
Straight off the gold, nuts in my hand, trustin' no man Got my cocked, runnin' this thing, ya understand? We be steamin', nines, pumps and K's and Grove 17th, tha hood where I was raised in (What, what, what?)
Niggaz bustin' and runnin', duckin' Feds and Rocks under they and ki's under they beds and Hood fulla real niggaz, twenty-four seven Ehh, until we shove a barrel ya pipe suckers Ain't no love for no busta, no for no coward
No respect no stunt and no money without power We niggaz hotter, eww, nasty and sour Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and Blaka at every Some niggaz like that powder, foldin' up what they
Some that weed or that dope 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 Lil' (Who it is?)
you got that llello? Well, cook something Nigga, you let K's go? Well, bust somethin',
Are you that law? You run from 'em, nigga Are you playin' that raw? Well, won't you front somethin',
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 block is hot, tha is hot ha
See, where I'm from we our guns out cops and burnin' blocks so we be thugged out It's time to floss, the big bodies on dubs out And they got quarters, halfs and birds in that one (I got it)
(I got it) It's all good in the but a lot illegal Soon as you get it, hot skirt, go them people up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto' End up in Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
This everyday, at the spot niggaz murder off top, boy It's the spot where got Fire Girls and Hot, Boys We don't what be goin' 'cause we so blunted from trees And we'll be ya all day til we '400 Degreez'
And you see where niggaz go, nobody be on the got a nigga got on a scarf, he flippin' out off that raw Betta in yo' car, and make sure, your door is locked (Beep, beep) 'Cause ain't nuttin' proper 'cause tha block, is just hot
Nigga you got that Well, cook something Nigga, you let K's go? Well, bust somethin',
Are you that law? You run from 'em, nigga Are you playin' with that Well, you front somethin', nigga?
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, ha ha Tha is hot, tha block is hot ha
See, your step on my set, gotta walk like, talk like We done out all the street lights So you can't see who we be And we like to 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 trip So you better watch y'all playin wit 'Cause a nigga will try to flip
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 talk We cut your week short, them lil' 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 then put a gat in his Tch, one move his cactuses off
you got that llello? Well, something nigga Nigga, you let K's go? Well, bust somethin',
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 block is hot, tha is hot ha, ha ha Tha is hot, tha block is hot ha
Whoot! Some call me 'cause tha block is hot Shk-a-blaow! Bust ya guns tha block is hot Nigga chsh, it up 'cause tha block is hot Say, Daddy, just hook it up 'cause tha block is hot
Nigga, whoot! Some call me 'cause tha block is hot Shk-a-blaow! ya guns 'cause tha block is hot Nigga chsh, cook it up 'cause tha is hot Say, look Daddy, hook it up 'cause tha block is hot
Nigga, my block hot, nigga, my burn My block on fire, nigga, what yours? Nigga, my block hot, nigga, my block My on fire, nigga, what about yours? The is hot, ha ha ha ha