Lyrics:
Im that new kid, new kid, new kid, new kid, new kid new kid, new kid
New kid on the block, block, block, block, block, block, block, block
block
apart of every aptitude
When it comes to rules play by em all you could bend a lil bit get caught
Do the bid get ahead fuck a pig
Get the block
on the block
Summertime, block parties, cookouts
I spent my knot
Truly, niggas was fightin' over who
Was closest to me
Happy with the new representative of QB
ear
Yea, we're at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make
at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
Live by the code, die by the code (it's still west side though)
Never been a hoe,
Whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it
I'm the yeah
New kid on the the block twice
(New kid on the block)
Reppin up my own turf
Ain't got no mob ties
a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass
And y'all praying that I flop? Blow it out ya ass!
In New York I buy clothing, in
and thugs
Phone taps and plugs
Rats and bugs
Stacks of dubs
My grandmomma good
I block through my hood
I stopped by da store
I rolled up the good
I growed up
Yea G-Unit
I think I gotta have it
Its keeps pullin' me in like a magnet
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
Its
With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain't shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like
Bang, same city, new blocks
Bang, boombox on the rooftop
Bang, who's hot? Who's not?
Bang, new job, who's boss?
Self-employed wealthy boy
at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make the money, get the mansion,
in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk
Oh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops
People in the way want to baller block
Little do
care what a bitch say
I'ma be like this 'til I get gray
And I ain't puttin' no rims on it
When it's 500 ya ride factory
The new album is on the way
Boom, shakalaka, boom-boom, shakalaka
Boom, shakalaka, boom-boom, shakalaka
Banger! (Figg Side!)
Fool, floss on your block you get Brooklyn block
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
ear
Yea, we're at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
yo block)
Use to catch plays by the Fox (Use to catch plays by the)
Now we in the hotel Jamie Fox (Now we in the)
100 Rounds hanging off a chop
Yeah
Got that writer's block, but I must keep writing
Whatever comes to mind, like
I got that writer's block
I can't think of a rhyme, I got that writer's
]
Yes I can
Yes I can
[ Kid ]
I'm never fessin, possessin the tools that it takes to rock
I think it's time for the new kid on the block
With
a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass
And y'all praying that I flop? Blow it out ya ass!
In New York I buy clothing, in
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
(woo)
Big boy, big boy, yeah, narcotics (narcotics)
Pour me a drink and it's toxic (drank)
New York drippin', it's straight out the faucet (drip)
Pour
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