Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BLOCK PARTY, artist - Cj Fly. Album song RUDEBWOY, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Pro Era
Song language: English
BLOCK PARTY |
| Statik Selektah |
| Every time I hear a dope bass line |
| Smell some good weed and charcoal on the grill |
| Shit just take me back to my childhood, man |
| Fly! |
| It’s somethin' 'bout the smell of charcoal burnin' |
| Most people love us, the love still workin' |
| Fiends come around and the plugs still serve 'em |
| All regulars, under cuffs, stay lurkin' |
| They wanna lock us up, just the thought, so irkin' |
| Duck, hit the ground if that car start swervin' |
| The Ds hop out, then we all get nervous |
| All got trees so they gon' come search us |
| Everybody doin' what they gotta do |
| Got a warrant, straight to Ryker’s Island if they spotted you |
| We ain’t worried 'bout our feuds |
| More concerned 'bout our food, corn’s on the grill, hot dogs, and the barbecue |
| Mindin' our own business, everybody vibin' |
| Got drunk off a nutcracker when I first tried it |
| All the girls in sundresses 'cause the sun shinin' |
| Kids are playing in the water from the fire hydrant |
| I know I won’t be where the cops gon' see |
| I know my folks said I should stop smoking |
| Was more concerned about what I’m gon' eat |
| And gettin' high while at the block party |
| What my moms gon' think? |
| I know my clothes stink |
| Couldn’t hide those scents and my eyes so red |
| I have Visine but I was not low key |
| Been reminiscin' 'bout the block party |
| Dope music, sunshine |
| This shit remind me of the block party |
| Grilled foods and fun times |
| This shit remind me of the block party |
| The fumes came outside |
| This shit remind me of the block party |
| No shootings, just vibes |
| This shit remind me of the block party |
| Yo, uh |
| Summer breeze in my community |
| Pretty brown wilds keep pullin' me |
| Old heads show the battle scars through their jewelry |
| And if you wanna run from the law |
| When your block got you, then you always got immunity |
| And shawty smile bright with that sundress, oh yes |
| She been sense of winnin', type might pull back out my GORE-TEX |
| Fuck 12, but today, we don’t want no stress |
| The kids outside, we don’t wanna see no corpses |
| Barbecue pits mixed with rastaman |
| And we parking lot pimp with our neighborhood |
| So we conversate over curry plates |
| Oxtail stew, chicken if you tryna wait |
| We settle differences, we all from a common place |
| DT circlin', tryin' to incarcerate |
| Don’t matter 'cause it’s home cooked, salt and baked |
| Got me feeling like it’s gonna be a brighter day |
| All ah gyal dem a look nice |
| All the drinks, dem deh pon ice |
| Won’t a ting mash up our vibe |
| 'Cause everyting blessed when I’m high |
| All ah gyal dem a look nice |
| All the drinks, dem deh pon ice |
| Won’t a ting mash up our vibe |
| 'Cause everyting blessed when I’m high |
| Dope music, sunshine |
| This shit remind me of the block party |
| Grilled foods and fun times |
| This shit remind me of the block party |
| The fumes came outside |
| This shit remind me of the block party |
| No shootings, just vibes |
| This shit remind me of the block party |