Lyrics:
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
Who am I Who am i
I say I'm the new kid on the block
I took my shots and I never looked back
A lot of rappers lost focusing on the past
But
need more mouth
119th to the whorehouse soon
As the tour's out papi's rotten
My block top was spoppy poppin'
I pop ack over some oxycontin
Cotton club
Here we are
The world is ours
(This shit right here make me feel a certain kind of way)
From the block to boulevards
The rain is gone
(This
chickenheads
Can't pronounce my shoes
I got head, but need more mouth
119th to the whorehouse
Soon as the tour's out papi's rotten
My block top and spot be
deswegen nicht geh'n
Habe stets überlegt: Was mach' ich
Um euch zu flashen?
Dass die Kids den Bezug zu
Der Kunst neu entdecken
Und auch von den Heads den
Have you ever felt this amazing, yuh
Rosemob stacking dead faces, yuh
Undead stumble on the A V E
Running off the block, L A P D
Got a glow going off
happenin'
I remember way back in the days on my block
When the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock
On martin luther king's boulevard
With p.c.,
remember way back in the days on my block
When the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock
On martin luther king's boulevard
With p.c., wise, easy
the first time
Kids in my block going
Loco they busting through my front door
My two piece pretty polos
PJs with the loafs tho
Kick me round the block
twisted at times it's rules
What you think is different from the block whenever we feud
- Your pictures and your plaques your tours and autographs
Don't
twisted at times it's rules
What you think is different from the block whenever we feud
- Your pictures and your plaques your tours and autographs
Don't
big Mama'
I can dig it that you got it
But when my block starts the G
A stampede startin'
Lil' Mama tour bus might
Ride through your town
Take her
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
the blood of a jealous ass punk
One, two, three hundred shots
Fittin' to ring off them things off, and cook the block
Old people, the pets and the kids
it's by the shore
Kit-Kat still thrown for the raw
Fresh off tour
That's flights, ten racks plus more
Peng girl, big back, of course
Bait face,
born, uh
To meet up with this kid by the name of X
Had to go to him 'cause he was on house arrest, nonetheless
Our first time meetin', we was always
trying to rest for 5
On a block, no tint on the Wraith left these kids mesmerized
They ask me how I did it, how I got it
Say I'm king you looking brolic
I
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
two, three hundred shots
Fittin' to ring off them things off, and cook the block
Old people, the pets and the kids
Whoever in the way, them strays gon'
that new bounce
New bounce, new bo - don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Nigga, don't trip
Don't trip, homie
Yeah, I'm
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
back and laugh
Some years went by, I heard a rumor that he died
If I wasn’t so used to it I mighta even cried
Just another cool kid that the mean
up in
New York my whole life i would
Go to the block and hang out with
My home girls on the weekend
And then Monday through Friday I was
Having
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