Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Block, artist - Hustle Gang. Album song We Want Smoke, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grand hustle
Song language: English
My Block |
| What you is Dro? |
| Every bit of hustler |
| When it comes tha block to my smuggler |
| Send 35 shots to your juguler |
| You’re court case municipal, I gotta judicial crew |
| Super bad bitch that I can kick some Jujitsu to |
| Flow ice-cicle, ya’ll niggas typical |
| Temple wit yo physical, shinnin' through the ridicule |
| Diesel truck, semi, black pit, mini bull |
| Bitches think I’m buggin', I’m just thuggin' in that |
| Dro |
| My auxilliary, pop wheelies |
| I’m more definitely, you not really |
| You talk slick but you not silly |
| You don’t want no smoke, nigga |
| Body get back like good dope |
| My best friends used to cook coke |
| Want the tan? |
| Mix it wit the coca cola |
| Yo bitch know 'cause my hoe told her |
| Get the chip knocked of off yo shoulder |
| I’ll .357, .44 ya, that’s a bulldog and I’ma bulldozer |
| You know you don’t no smoke, soldier |
| No warfare, won’t be fair, fuck nigga |
| We prepared, nigga pick a date and we’ll be there |
| You can get shot and get jumped on like leap year |
| Fuck nigga, yeah |
| Don’t make the news, don’t break the rules, we takin' food |
| Pop at a pussy for playin' possum, I paid my dues |
| I’m built to win, you made to loose |
| I make it my business to fuck you over |
| I’m an asshole, I’m Trae Tha Truth |
| Run through them hoes in them hummers |
| Thumb through them bands and the commas |
| Valet the Wraith, I’ma stunna, kickin' shit like a punter |
| I promise I’ma do numbers, I want tha summer, I’m comin' |
| Got my niggas back for life and ain’t never fronted |
| Know I got a problem, you don’t want that, nigga yeah |
| Know we got a problem, we gon' hunt that nigga down |
| You know how we usually do on my block (my block) |
| Bunch of stolen gats and a hotbox (a hotbox) |
| Ride wit the work in a speaker box, we did |
| Know we sell that shit just like your nigga now, we did |
| You know how we usually do on my block (my block) |
| Bunch of stolen gats and a hotbox (hotbox) |
| Everytime I’m in the booth, I’m spittin' Grammy verses |
| I D-D-T yo baby moms, I’m talkin' Mr. Perfect |
| Let’s keep it real, you gotta deal but you fuckin' worthless |
| I catch a body with this shotty, ain’t never nervous |
| Black cat, so clean, black cat 13 |
| Been gettin' money since 13 |
| Kobe bryant got 5 rings, whoa (5) |
| You violate, the goonies go retarted |
| And start bangin' on you pussies like Mr. Marcus |
| Yeah |
| My awesome girl named Coachella, backstage I get throat-chella |
| Her bestfriend wanna do me to, she gon' follow suit, she a codeteller |
| I came through wit my codeteller, few baddies that know better |
| I’m in the lab, I’m so Dexter, we get stoned, that’s Rosetta |
| She missed every lecture but still I got some class |
| She not the brightest in the bunch but still she got some ass |
| Look, in every hood I get a pass |
| Rest in peace to Doe B, we get it out the hockey bag |
| Know I got a problem, you don’t want that, nigga yeah |
| Know we got a problem, we gon' hunt that nigga down |
| You know how we usually do on my block (my block) |
| Bunch of stolen gats and a hotbox (a hotbox) |
| Ride wit the work in a speaker box, we did |
| Know we sell that shit just like your nigga now, we did |
| You know how we usually do on my block (my block) |
| Bunch of stolen gats and a hotbox (hotbox) |