Lyrics:
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
silk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be downtown swinging, m.o.p. style
Next
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer
Do you remember?
Do you remember
When we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block
Had
flow and let it breathe
And if you love it let it go and let it leave and if it's so
It come back running then you embrace
Don't be like any other
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
real if you
Gon' let them kids suffer
Niggas killed your cousin and
You ain't did nothing
Expect run to the cops and
Tell them pigs something
Thirty two
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer do you remember?
Do you remember when we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block had a bunch
impressed by some, others don't hold water
Some of y'all new rappers are my sons and daughters
That's why Mommy's Home and I got my belt
You gon' feel this
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
street-talk game
So if you ever, let me make this clear
If you ever think that we're stepping out of here
You ever think you're getting up, down, around or in
street-talk game
So if you ever, let me make this clear
If you ever think that we're stepping out of here
You ever think you're getting up, down, around or in
(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
Looking at the book you handle
Here's a little thing I know about it if you want to dabble in reanimation of the dead
I put them into battle
That'll be
You're not twenty-four anymore
Just go away, Wroetoshaw and on the way out
Close the door
GameboyJones should call it quit's
I don't know what you
on tracks with Mos Def
When you call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z
I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and ooh
It come out
a strap and I ain't talkin' 'bout a gun
It's a hoop term, dummy, go ahead
You can check my file
I been squeaky clean, see
I don't want to go to jail
But if
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
'til you hurt ya wrist
If you Strapped In wit' a Bigga 9
I brought the strap and it's a
Bigger 9 than you New
(Nu) Jersey niggas Tworkin' wit'
That nigga
its now or never oh oh)
Let's go! (Tomorrows good, tonight is better oh oh) Let's go!
If I told you, that this couldn't get better baby
And your
Yeah
Hah
Yo
Ugh
Yeah
(Verse 1)
He went from a street kid doin regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin over the city, block by block
mic!
[ Play ]
Oh, you want some of this?
[ Kid ]
Yo, it's my turn
[ Play ]
Yeah, go for yours
[ Kid ]
Anything you can do, I can do better
I
rappin' with Dre
So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face
The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away
But we still get
rappin' with Dre
So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face
The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away
But we still get
you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man
Chill man
Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit
Sup kid?
Get baking soda
Yo
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