Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Block Boi , by - E-40. Song from the album My Ghetto Report Card, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.03.2006
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Block Boi |
| Block, block, block, block boi |
| Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi |
| … Block, block, block, block boi |
| Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab |
| M wanted this piece, already (Already) |
| Squat a 33-year-old Chevy (Old Chevy) |
| Replace everything, all in Heat Cherry (Yeah) |
| So much chrome under the hood, straight scary |
| Get my grown man on, Sacramento Valley |
| On 22's, playboy vet rallies (Rallies) |
| Tremendo, to the extreme, where I go Pimping I’m cleaner than a San Jose car show |
| … Hotter than Barstow in August |
| Chevy Land love me, I’m year one flawless (One flawless) |
| The law just, pull up beside me, give me the thumbs up I turn the beat up like «That's what up» |
| Hah, studio tone, yadadamean |
| Got us mobbed out, smacking like magazine (Like magazine) |
| When I wanna roll deep, I gotta van (Gotta van) |
| But right now, it’s young Meek in the waterbed |
| Block, block, block, block boi |
| Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi |
| … Block, block, block, block boi |
| Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab |
| Sick of turfs scorchers, smoking hot like a broken stove |
| Me and my Filipinos, Tongans and Cholos |
| … On the soil, taking precaution |
| On the roof, in the trees with the Latins, listening and watching, oooh |
| … Good grief, it’s never been this ugly out here, we in some heavy beef |
| They left his body in the streets for twelve hours |
| Candlelight vigils, sidewalk funerals and flowers, oooh |
| These youngsters aint listening, they disrespecting me Aint no OG’s to holler at, no one to detonate, oooh |
| … Chemical babies, the parents smoking rocks |
| Plus they aint never had a chance to know God (To know God) |
| In my days, I was raised in the church |
| Momma did what she could just to keep us off the turf (Keep us off the turf) |
| … But it aint no one to blame (But) |
| But Noriega and Regan and rock cocaine |
| Block, block, block, block boi |
| Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi |
| … Block, block, block, block boi |
| Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab |