Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bloccstyle, artist - Mr. DoctorDate of issue: 02.10.2014
Song language: English
Bloccstyle |
| Chorus x2: |
| This shit is on |
| I got love for the blocc |
| Let 'em know for the blocc nigga yeah |
| This shit is on |
| I got love for the blocc |
| Nine times for the blocc nigga yeah |
| Crossed the tracks, out at Burbank High |
| Late night, nigga felt nice |
| Came in through the hole in the fence |
| Threw up the mighty 9 |
| Bloccstyle |
| Homies had the spot sewed up mutha fuckas |
| Rollin' wit the G-B-C down as fuck |
| All the O-G's showed us what’s up |
| Every real nigga from 29th street |
| Kicked up a gang of dust |
| True, this is why we dedicate the rhyme |
| To the niggas from the G-B-C, rollin' wit deuce nine |
| What’s the wild straight deuces'? |
| And while the set’s in the city of Sac |
| Ain’t got no truces |
| How it hurt when the homie Chaka-Loc moved on |
| How it hurt when the homey Q-Ball was gone |
| Nigga this is how we livin' |
| And ain’t nobody gave a fuck |
| While you niggas bullshittin' |
| Rival killa, murder his ass |
| In his faggot ass set |
| With his bitch made niggas |
| At the hamburger stand |
| Niggas don’t understand |
| How the fuck a bitch gonna stay out on the spot |
| Wit no love for the blocc |
| This is how it’s done nigga |
| I got love for the blocc |
| Nine times for the blocc nigga yeah |
| 24 in the mornin' and I’m high as fuck |
| Had the jack-off motion |
| 12 gauge in my trunk |
| Plus that bomb ass chronic from the Garden Blocc |
| And that mutha fucka Doc had a Glock |
| So I was coo |
| Coo like the brew I be sippin' on |
| Get yo gut rippin' on |
| Wit yo what |
| Wit yo millimeter chrome |
| See the only thing I see doin' is |
| Gettin' high in the sky |
| And I like to ruin kids |
| Wit my 9 millimeter |
| Strap up, seat up |
| Fuck wit the Garden Blocc |
| And get yo busta ass beat up |
| See what you do is like feel me on some shit |
| And I’m a stay high, way high |
| Just in case my dome split, home sicc |
| For the mutha fuckin' season, of the sicc |
| Cuz you know how others get |
| When I get to spittin' shit |
| Isn’t it a mutha fuckin' shame |
| Niggas wanna kill me |
| But still we became, indo’d out |
| And ain’t no mutha fuckin' doubtin' me |
| Me setripin' niggas apart |
| Like a ear blow fatality |
| Yeah, this is how it’s done nigga |
| I got love for the blocc |
| Four times for the blocc nigga yeah |
| St. Ides brew, a joint to the face |
| Seven niggas deep |
| Miller Park was the place |
| Mackin' to a ho, spittin' my shit |
| Kept my fingers round a gat |
| To protect my click from punk shit |
| Nigga check |
| Eleven o’clock, the park’s hot |
| I’m watchin' out for niggas wit a gat for the Doc |
| You know, a mutha fuckin' gangsta scene |
| Wit real niggas that bang |
| They real niggas on they own team |
| Straight killas, down for they shit |
| I seen the Creek, the East |
| The Heights, the Park, the View shit! |
| The rivals is mutha fuckin' deep |
| Stay wit the set locs |
| Damn, we only seven G’s but yo |
| Niggas we got the straps and uhh |
| Plus we ain’t sleepin' so what |
| Mutha fuckas watch yo backs |
| Chill though, spit to the hoes, killed the foes (or fo’s) |
| And watch out for the ricochet rolls yeah |
| Cuz that’s life in the city, cross the South Sac |
| Garden Blocc, deuce nine, much love, no pity |
| This is how it’s done nigga |
| I got love for the blocc |
| Nine times for the blocc nigga yeah |