Lyrics:
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
From hole in the wall clubs to a neighborhood basement
Block parties in Queens, new Nile Afro Sheen (uh-huh)
Fourteen ounce of Dax Pomade, Jheri curl,
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
Tour bus like a National Geographic
Bitches runnin' wild gettin' faded in the bathroom
It makes me smile, it makes me smile
'Cause I got it
It makes me
I'm popping off, no acne
But you coming with me
New kid on the block but I'm ready to conquer the streets,
to conquer the beef!
No hesitation,
Unleash
huh, okay (Scythe)
Yeah, we in New Orleans too, ay!
It never occurred to me the beautiful words
Would be the way that I'd express myself
What I'm trying
profession
What we reppin'? Better tune in
On the block I was never the new kid
Ain't no feelings my heart stay cooling
Hearing them shots movin', now we
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
middle name should become jesus
Oh please kid, this is off the wall terror
A new era, man, i got the illest shit ever
Whatever, if you wanna bring it, let
for a long time
I ain't gotta trip
I'm a get mine
For my homies on the block
ducking one time
We trying grow up
We trying to get by
But they
ain't said nothing
But you was still my best friend
Revolving Doors
Fancy dresses
Lights and Connoisseurs
I'm the new kid on the block building all
Yeah, ha-ha-ha (bang)
Yeah, Bizarre Kid comin' at you
Eminem and Fuzz, and Mr. Swifty, haha
No one's iller than me (what?)
No one, no one is
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
(Bling) , I ran up my chicken (Blaow)
If I ain't on A-block, then I'm in VL
(A-block) , or I'm with my 6s (6)
News4Jax lost, who the fuck
(Who) keep
somethin' made for the station
For a whole new relation (yeah)
Ship of a new type of scene
To go platinum and clock mad green
AKA, a sellout, the rap
was just on tour, nigga
I'm Kan, the Louis Vuitton Don
Bought my mom a purse, now she Louis Vuitton Mom
I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed
cutest new kid should've seen my face
Brown boy and I'm sittin good with the high fade
On the track flashin like its pics I'm straight snappin
No cappin in
and gritty
Record and mic checkin, no question, this section of
New york city
Where the crooks lounge out, block powers found
Butterfly ground the sky favorite
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
and give the groupies to my chauffer
New tour dates, take the money, put out more tapes
And call it foreplay, ready for the war games
Sew it up and then FUCK
a dog on heat, pussy nigga take a seat
I'm bout to take a leap
New kid on the block, block hot
See ops, fuck 12, fuck a cop
See red flags, I don't stop
money I got (I run New York!)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (Yeah,
regrets cause I learned a lot
And I earned a lot in the parking lot
Doin' dirt for the O.G's slangin' rock
They used to call me that little white kid
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,
Discuss these the tour 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