Lyrics Block Boi - E-40, Miko, Stressmatic of the Federation

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