Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Block Boi, artist - E-40. Album song My Ghetto Report Card, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |