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chingy

Blockstar
by Chingy



Ha ha ha ha.

Ghost riders

I remember when this said it's gon be nothin
Now, look we got fast cars, fast ho's, fast money
All dem shots and we still here. nigga you run this city

Yo, look here

My uncle snoop dogg told me go hard on a ho
Dey won't listen
When I speakin' slap stars on a ho
Hit the dealer, take the baddest fuckin' car in the flow
Club nice ten G's on the bar here we go.
Caddelac pimpin homie you should see
What I drive callin' my monster vehicle its like its alive.
Women swimmin' to my nuts you should see when they dive
Husbands be lookin' for me since I be with their wives
Honebee's on on my dick like I beat on the hyve
Busta take that kinda mouthin and a skeet in her eye
She can see where I'm comin from, but seein' surprised
Other brallz told about me now she seein the size
Even afther my concert she still seeing me live.
G.I.B. money gain, you ain't see in these guys
Think you seein' my tribe static when we arrive.
You in the missesipy flow with your brains on the side.

Bad chiks, hot cars, bank rose, fuck the laws
Get it boys, got the ball, chicks taint? ya top star
Thugss bust (buck buck buck)ya block star, stripes yeah, we got cars, front row.
To livin' large, what we are baby Blockstars

Chek it out, ey

Now them mad rims pokin out like fake breasts,
Muscle on the barrle fucking nigge's not dem same sex
Its superstars that don't like me so who gon hate,
Next cowards bout to fell out, yea we comin with eight cheques
I'm tryin to have it to where my sons writin paid cheques,
So if I diamond curlin I say it'l be straight set
Froutelume whip, yeah its a great vet youze a average loser and I'm a great vet .
Feel like I died came back and died again,
Lessons in life tought me I got no motherfockin friends
Some haters jack me knowin imma get revange,
When I play I play to win, gankin me now that's a sin.
Id overtan, faded off and see, cock my hat,
Cock my strap and put that pine in the wind
Corners we been, ex famous murder ville fuck the jury once you're life I'm bout ta
Murder kill kill

Bad chiks, hot cars, bank rose, fuck the laws
Get it boys, got the ball, chicks taint? ya top star
Thugs bust (buck buck buck)ya block star, stripes yeah, we got cars, front row.
To livin' large, what we are baby Blockstars

I keep dem riders with me like I own the fight club
I must be trowin' a party catch me in a fuckin' night club
P cat's stairin at me jealous with a slight mug,
Dirty you wrong but arn't you fuckin' with the right thug
Call me cats but with a pistol,
Yeah ghost rider not from the west or east I'm a midwest coastrider
Nutty north sider fool with a attitude nickname handyman I stay with a couple pools

Bad chiks, hot cars, bank rose, fuck the laws
Get it boys, got the ball, chicks taint? ya top star
Thugs bust (buck buck buck)ya block star, stripes yeah, we got cars, front row.
To livin' large, what we are baby Blockstars

What we are

Blockstars
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written by BAILEY, HOWARD EARL / BYTHWOOD, DINOVAN / FRANCIS, ALEX
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing