Lyrics:
nigga scored a point
Then he got switched by the team
I'm gon' blow brains, don't need to assist
Ain't no talking we be back to back
They know what it
love me
Man, I’m crazy with the rhyme
I hate you with the rhyme
I go back to the front gates
And act like it didn’t happen, rewind
Everybody see mine
If
now we're poppin' (Now we're poppin')
See but you are too cool for the new school kid
Who would've guessed like
Bonjour Kunjani
Said I'll be back in
the blocks from the east to the west (west)
It ain't no secret, down south is the shit (down south)
Yeah, New Orleans gone, yeah, New Orleans fucked (fucked)
I had to learn the lesson
I'ma teach my kids tomorrow
It's real sorrow
In this world, we all know
Everybody going though
Nobody wanna cry though
Had
Trash full of used masks, food packets and brews stacked
I asked my neighbor for sugar... He asked me to move back
News Channel on at breakfast
Let's just
downfall when you're goin' like this
Is it the cash or the hash from my stash that compels you?
Gas kids throw me but my crew bring me back
They stay
to do tha
kid that tried to slip for some buda, sleep (word up)
I peeped every spot his boys be, I got crew
But what am I do is get somebody new to do it
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
white boys trying to Backstreet they asses
Back in? The game done already had them
I handed they asses back at 'em
Madness occurred after that shit
It
the underdog
Thrown them on the back bender
Cause I change my outfit more
Than transsexuals change gender
Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts
I sold my
whacked off the gate (whacked)
I mix purple codeine by the eight (codeine)
Wrap the scope, line him up like a tape (line him up)
Back to back
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
cribs with kids and blow wigs back
Police is grimy, lookin' like "try me"
Ready to lock me up, ridin' by me
I just put my game face on
Five of us
at the store
I got a box of socks and a million mega blocks
And a polisher of rocks and a couple cuckoo clocks
And a brand new mailbox or a cd by the knox
locked
Everybody doing them
I'm still stretching on the block
Like "Damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs
And drug paraphernalia cops, courts
Shady, we're back!
Nothing can stop and nothing can change it
You better just make new livin' arrangements
If you think you the top and king
the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So player, don't sleep
[ VERSE 1 ]
The streets crawl with ill niggas on the block
Goin hand in
chill now you punch
Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks
I'd have you lyin' to ya mother
Bringin' money e'ry day nigga
You ain't even have to pay
white family on the block had to adapt to a change
Paranoid of my new surroundings, would they see me the same
By the time I'm in high school, I had
is home
Either you rap sell drugs or work for Quinken Loans
The new Detroit not the Coleman Young era
Still air ya block if you movin in error
We built
Sweatpants rolled up a little bit
20 grand in each sock
Portfolio full of stocks
I'ma buy back the block
Invest in corporations
Paper into mom and pop's
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
know we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets system
All in your jeep knocks shit
Julio for no reason back the fifth
And he cocks it
Rock shit, we make
Discuss these everybody backstreets back by new kids on the block Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In