| What you is Dro?
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| Every bit of hustler
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| When it comes tha block to my smuggler
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| Send 35 shots to your juguler
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| You’re court case municipal, I gotta judicial crew
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| Super bad bitch that I can kick some Jujitsu to
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| Flow ice-cicle, ya’ll niggas typical
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| Temple wit yo physical, shinnin' through the ridicule
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| Diesel truck, semi, black pit, mini bull
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| Bitches think I’m buggin', I’m just thuggin' in that
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| Dro
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| My auxilliary, pop wheelies
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| I’m more definitely, you not really
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| You talk slick but you not silly
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| You don’t want no smoke, nigga
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| Body get back like good dope
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| My best friends used to cook coke
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| Want the tan? |
| Mix it wit the coca cola
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| Yo bitch know 'cause my hoe told her
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| Get the chip knocked of off yo shoulder
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| I’ll .357, .44 ya, that’s a bulldog and I’ma bulldozer
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| You know you don’t no smoke, soldier
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| No warfare, won’t be fair, fuck nigga
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| We prepared, nigga pick a date and we’ll be there
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| You can get shot and get jumped on like leap year
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| Fuck nigga, yeah
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| Don’t make the news, don’t break the rules, we takin' food
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| Pop at a pussy for playin' possum, I paid my dues
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| I’m built to win, you made to loose
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| I make it my business to fuck you over
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| I’m an asshole, I’m Trae Tha Truth
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| Run through them hoes in them hummers
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| Thumb through them bands and the commas
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| Valet the Wraith, I’ma stunna, kickin' shit like a punter
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| I promise I’ma do numbers, I want tha summer, I’m comin'
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| Got my niggas back for life and ain’t never fronted
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| Know I got a problem, you don’t want that, nigga yeah
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| Know we got a problem, we gon' hunt that nigga down
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| You know how we usually do on my block (my block)
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| Bunch of stolen gats and a hotbox (a hotbox)
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| Ride wit the work in a speaker box, we did
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| Know we sell that shit just like your nigga now, we did
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| You know how we usually do on my block (my block)
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| Bunch of stolen gats and a hotbox (hotbox)
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| Everytime I’m in the booth, I’m spittin' Grammy verses
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| I D-D-T yo baby moms, I’m talkin' Mr. Perfect
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| Let’s keep it real, you gotta deal but you fuckin' worthless
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| I catch a body with this shotty, ain’t never nervous
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| Black cat, so clean, black cat 13
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| Been gettin' money since 13
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| Kobe bryant got 5 rings, whoa (5)
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| You violate, the goonies go retarted
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| And start bangin' on you pussies like Mr. Marcus
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| Yeah
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| My awesome girl named Coachella, backstage I get throat-chella
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| Her bestfriend wanna do me to, she gon' follow suit, she a codeteller
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| I came through wit my codeteller, few baddies that know better
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| I’m in the lab, I’m so Dexter, we get stoned, that’s Rosetta
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| She missed every lecture but still I got some class
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| She not the brightest in the bunch but still she got some ass
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| Look, in every hood I get a pass
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| Rest in peace to Doe B, we get it out the hockey bag
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| Know I got a problem, you don’t want that, nigga yeah
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| Know we got a problem, we gon' hunt that nigga down
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| You know how we usually do on my block (my block)
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| Bunch of stolen gats and a hotbox (a hotbox)
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| Ride wit the work in a speaker box, we did
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| Know we sell that shit just like your nigga now, we did
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| You know how we usually do on my block (my block)
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| Bunch of stolen gats and a hotbox (hotbox) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Block , by - Hustle Gang. Song from the album We Want Smoke, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп