Lyrics:
to say, "Hi"
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I bust a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead
heads crawlin, too many creeps (crouchin)
And when I slide by, I glide by
Easy, pa, this ain't no drive-by
So relax the lines in your face
Ease your hands
like a quarter a mil
Hit ya by the tech and blow half your budget
I do it for the streets and **** love it
Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay
the life that I live
CrushKeg
And we rollin' up big
And we gon' dig your hole
Know we do that shit by ourselves
On for days
Put that shit up on my grave
You
to the docks
Chief rocka rockin on your block welcome to the docks
Hippy hippy hop up on the top, make dem speakers pop
1996 I was live from the dock
Blaka
Lyrically I got your block locked when I drop this hip hop
Fresh out the west to twist you up because the rhyme don't stop
[Chorus]
[Oh No]
In this
What you wear or what's on your feet
Eat the foot long and when it
Kick you get six more feet
Yo, I twist the pure leaf
I just got in some new shit
Dawg
My motto is simply I will not lose (I will not used)
Abide by the block rules, I buy my glocks used
Wit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it?
and I know where I'm from
You hear LOX in your ear
Yeah, we at the airport out
D-Block, from the block where everybody Air Forced out
With a new white
(Come to the block and make the papers)
(Come to the block)
(Come to the block and make the papers)
(Kids hustle on the block)
(Come to the block
Franklin, ain't the end, I was here when it begin
See if ya ridin' davin rims, celebrate by lettin' em' spin
I bought some new ones in, to replace the older
Let's do this
JJ
Let's go
Yeah, I told you I don't play
I don't play no games
Told you I don't give a jack about a phase
If you tryna fly by Jack,
Just shine your light on the world
So shine your light on the world
No matter anywhere you go, kid
Just shine your light on the world
Don't let
on your block
Fuck how the opps take it
I let the ooze down his
Throat like he shot chasin'
But if we grapple, dawg
I beat your face red and white and have
anybody that got a question?
[ man ]
Yo, hold up
I got a question, Kid 'N Play
How come y'all don't make records about the big brown booties?
What, y'all
The bottom got the funk
We got the funk
I'm high as the wind so I blow minds
Curb hanger and hopper at the oracle of hipster
Just like Black Caesar my depths
clones
I'm getting on for being realer
I'mma get mine 'til the world don't spin
Cruising down the block trying
To clock my ends
Old school Caddy or a new
or die chick
Sittin by my side
While I'm on my grind
Livin this life of mine
Blows my mind
And she one of a kind
This for my blue heart love
Summer 2014
Another bowl packed Ima Cul De Sac Kid
Sippin cognac again wishing to go back to the days that I miss
My Saturdays lost their saturation
Turned
Brace yourself
Like I’m running that feeling don’t stop
Can’t stop this feeling on top
No rock no spinning them blocks
No trap was trapped in
To East Philadelphia
There's a new one
Comin' I warn you
We're the kids in America
We're the kids in America
Everybody live for the music go
head
But don't forget bout what your pops said
Never stop until you got bread, lil Juan
It's the new kid on the block, I know they like the sight of me
He throws those parties the papers are always talking about
Well, I didn't want you to think I was just some nobody
We were born different
It's in
blow clear your sinus 'til the snot drop out
Whoever said birds fly south for the winter's a damn liar
Got 'em right here and if I don't like you,
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