wha wha
wha wha
wha wha
wha wha
what
straight off the black gold
nuts in my hand
trustin no man
got my glock cocked
runnin this thing
ya understand
we be steamin
blazin
nines pumped in caves and
hollygrove 17th
the hood where i was raised in
niggaz bustin heads and
runnin duckin feds and
rocks under they tongues and
ki's under they beds and
do it for the real niggaz
twenty-four seven hustlers
ehhh
until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers
ain't no love for them busta
no pimp for no coward
no respect for no stunt
and no money without power
we keepin niggaz hotter
ewwww nasty and sour
pile up in the eddie bauer and blaka at every hour
some niggaz like that powder
fold it up what they drain
some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins
from the home of the game
jackin and crackin brains
broadcastin live from tha block it's lil' wayne
nigga you got that llello?
well cook something nigga
nigga you let them k's go?
well bust somethin nigga
are you duckin that law?
you better run from em nigga
are you playin with that raw?
well won't you front somethin nigga
tha block is hot
tha block is hot ha
ha-ha
tha block is hot
tha block is hot ha
ha-ha
tha block is hot
tha block is hot ha
ha-ha
tha block is hot
tha block is hot ha. see where i'm from we keep our guns out
dodgin cops and burnin blocks
cause we be thugged out
it's time to floss
two big bodies on broad south
and they got quarter staffs and birds that run the house
it's all good in the hood hustlin like illegal
soon as you get it
hot skirt
like for them people
break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
end up in miss taylor backyard
be quiet
she on the porch
this everyday
at the spot where niggaz murder on top
boy
it's the spot where they got fire girls and hot
boys
we don't know what be goin cause we so blunted from trees
and we'll be round ya all day til it's 400 degreez"