Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Block of Rock, artist - SPM. Album song Best of the Best, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.04.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dope House
Song language: English
Block of Rock |
Yo, yo |
I want to welcome |
Welcome everybody to Hustle Town |
Are we recording? |
Alright, let’s do this fellas |
Word |
All |
For years, I’ve been working on the block of rock |
For years, I’ve been keeping nina Glock on cock |
For years, I’ve been working on the block of rock |
For years, I’ve been keeping nina Glock on cock |
For years, I’ve been working on the block of rock |
For years, I’ve been keeping nina Glock on cock |
For years, I’ve been working on the block of rock |
For years, I’ve been keeping nina Glock on cock (For years, homeboy, for years) |
Now |
If you wanna battle me, then it’s on |
I’m blowed, while I’m |
Creeping up, with a my tech, so now you’re gone |
You shouldn’t have tried |
That set up, now you ass is gettin' wet up |
Cause real G’s from the |
South east’ll leave you haters, tryin' to get up |
You’ll definitely get |
Dealt with if your bitch ass has a death wish |
And on your grave |
I tag, it’s the motherfuckin' Rican you don’t mess with |
So let me keep stressing that |
Lesson, to all y’all players and y’all haters |
Haters keep watching y’all back |
And y’all players keep creeping and stacking that |
Paper |
Now |
Now |
Why do these haters wanna plex |
Why do they wanna be starting mess |
Get the fuck out my face is what I suggest, cause I really don’t think that you |
wanna test |
This Mex |
Comin' straight out the south east side of that Tex, so if there’s |
Something you gotta get off your chest, it’s best that you don’t express it |
It’s hard enough for a Mexican, so I really don’t need all that plexin' |
There’s all kinds of player haters out there, so beware, let me tell you 'bout |
those |
First, you got them fraud ass hoes |
Then you got them fraud popo’s |
Then you got them fraud ass niggas in the street who just wanna plex and take |
yours |
Repeat Guess who’s back, from the pen, out to win |
Sipping gin, with my kinfolk |
Gots the grin on |
My face, when I come through |
If you ain’t down with these G’s |
Motherfuck you |
Cause that’s a straight up |
Struggle in my barrio |
Second Ward |
Gettin' high on the patio |
And when I’m wet |
I’m a threat, to a rival set |
I get respect |
When I step |
With my new tech |
Don’t sweat |
I, check hoes daily |
On the regular |
Talkin' to your lady |
On the cellular |
Creepin' on the lowride |
In the middle of the night |
With no lights |
And the .45 |
Chilling at the Dope House |
Low G |
Is something you don’t know about |
Little tricks |
On my dick, 24/7 |
Treat them like a bitch |
Still got them hoes beggin' |
Keep it real for my people |
I fear no evil |
Stay high |
Til I die, flyin' like a eagle |
And as you know |
Repeat You’re superficial |
Talkin' 'bout life with a pistol |
But you’se a ho, livin' life clean as a whistle |
My missiles |
Oh, they do leave body dimples |
Attack your whole staff |
Like a pack |
Full of pitbulls |
You simple |
I’m complex |
And comin' on next |
Oh, take a wild guess |
That South Park Mex |
Spark sess, blow smoke in the darkness |
You don’t wanna start mess with the heartless |
I be the smartest |
Hottest |
Artist |
My GM shine brighter than the golden arches |
Shootin' star, yes |
Oh, trick |
No, blow |
Endo, before they kick door |
Then flip coke |
Tip-toe, to the top |
Tellin' thug tales |
Of wicked love spells |
Hoes and drug sales |
Some fell |
In fact, it’s most |
So a toast to my niggas who died in the smoke |
Repeat H-Town |
Hustle Town |
Did this for y’all |
My boy, Low G |
No love for every neighborhood |
In this world |
No set trippin' |