Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back On The Block, artist - Pete Rock.
Date of issue: 15.02.2004
Song language: English
Back On The Block |
You love it when it’s like this, we deep over there |
The dice games, the car shows, broads everywhere |
New paper freakin' me off, my workout’s mean |
Spending hours in the 'cuzzi, clicking channels on the screen |
Miss Chin, full body rub, hosted that snub |
Got a mob of thugs, shirts off, dancing through the club |
See, the ladies keep touring, the Cris keep pouring |
I’m Iverson at the two guard, automatic scoring |
Want a woman that’s doin' it, got her own stash |
Some Halle Berry, Salli Richardson, Stacey Dash |
Come to all Venus' tennis matches, full linen suit |
Next to Lisa Les, some WNBA loot |
Slide a few mommies on a plane, sippin' coladas |
Wrote half the album over the sands in the Bahamas |
Gotta hurt some things, wanna live like kings |
Come sharp for the playoffs, the race for the rings |
It was a Friday night, all the ladies rump shakin' |
The place start quakin' and everybody makin' |
Hot beats for the street, let everybody know |
Pete Rock is on the on the beat box |
And every jam that we rock, we rock it non-stop |
Represent, show love every time we drop |
Cash in for the wins, my man, he likes skins |
CL, he’s back up on the block |
We the hottest thing moving right now, screw y’all |
Let it get money, and watch what it do to y’all |
Play to win it all, sweeping anybody, ya heard? |
Spottin' one of my pretty toys, moving up 3rd |
Make a right down 7th Ave to 4th Street Park |
Feelin' the whole ghetto vibe and set my mark |
Like the first time wifey let you taste the snatch |
Holding three carats, platinum, with the Rolly to match |
I do it to be the best, money’s nothing to me |
Got it all and want more, how hungry are we? |
The streets made us officially, flash or lay low |
Meet the undisputed king of the volcano |
Picture my team, living this American Dream |
All in my theme, lovin' how it picked up steam |
Wanna count my cake by a calculator, fool |
And add ten to twenty thick ones, loungin' by the pool |
It was a Friday night, all the ladies rump shakin' |
The place start quakin' and everybody makin' |
Hot beats for the street, let everybody know |
Pete Rock is on the on the beat box |
And every jam that we rock, we rock it non-stop |
Represent, show love every time we drop |
Cash in for the wins, my man, he likes skins |
CL, he’s back up on the block |
Put it down like I was born to do it, made to live it |
Paid to spit it, custom fitted, watchin' me get it |
Want the nice legs, 'nuff kitty, stay driving something pretty |
Cozy in a duplex, overlooking the city |
Slick heels wit' yo' toes showin', sun dress, wind blowing |
Catchin' plenty like that, feel the way it’s flowing |
We can party all night long, baby, they understand |
Deep down, you know I’m really just a one-woman man |
You ain’t bigger than the next steak for eating your Wheaties |
I’m into sweet cigars, suntans and wet bikinis |
Off to sell-out crowds from the magazine page |
Out the tunnel in the studio, to bring it to the stage |
All sexual to hit y’all gutter, high velocity |
Dames wanna taste it for the sheer curiosity |
It’s strong and it’s real, plus it lives by the code |
A multi-million dollar project in ass-shaking mode |
It was a Friday night, all the ladies rump shakin' |
The place start quakin' and everybody makin' |
Hot beats for the street, let everybody know |
Pete Rock is on the on the beat box |
And every jam that we rock, we rock it non-stop |
Represent, show love every time we drop |
Cash in for the wins, my man, he likes skins |
CL, he’s back on the block |
Mecca and the Soul Brother |
In the house |
(repeated and scratched) |
Pete Rock… CL Smooth… Pete Rock, CL Smooth, 2000… |