Lyrics:
mopar
Niggas talkin shit
but they won't go far
I might hit the block
Throw the block at you
Rock at you
Heard she for the streets
The whole block was full
small little section we living in
Oh my block, I wouldn't trade it for the world
Cause I love these ghetto boys and girls
Born and raised on my block
quite got right, now they inhale rocks
On my block, , it's like the world don't exist
We stay confined to this small little section we living in
Oh my
not since he tried to rob me
I jetted though, sometimes you never know
He snorted all her work, now she need me, to do her dirty work
It's a small
This one make your head knock
Yea I like knowing what I rock
Yeah I like to chill on the block
Yeah I like to chill on the block
Yeah I like
Rolling Stone called me the most open-minded redneck on the block
'K, but I ain't the first good ol' boy to mix country with his rock
See, I grew
In that 392 when I'm spinning the block
Going hard and ain't never gone stop
These niggas hating they knowing I'm hot
I know they want what I got
Small time
Small time
No name
No name
Dope game
Dope Game
Its all the same thing
Small time
Small time
Dope game
Dope game
No Name
No Name
Its all
Back, on the block, so we can rock
With the soul, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop
Back on the block
Back on the block
[ VERSE 1: Ice-T ]
"I started small time dope game cocaine.." > Scarface
"Pushin rocks on the block I'm never broke mayne.." > Scarface
"I started small
never quite got right, now they inhale rocks
On my block - it's like the world don't exist
We stay confined to this small little section with dividends
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy
A yo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga
Don't like it? Go grab your gat
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy
A yo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga
Don't like it? Go grab your gat
fleeing
When she get off the drank nigga she get to grieving
Hop out on his block wit that Glock and I beam em
Nigga talkin on me he get turned to a pack
can't tell me I ain't goated
You can't say I ain't the coldest
Tell them niggas buy my stock
In a mopar the traction off we finna spin the block
I ain't
haired country boy
Pro-charged Challenger
Dixieland blood, 20 of my caliber
And I be in that Dodge
General Church with fine tuned
My Mopar stay floatin'
Small lil gangster think he tough
Small lil gangster think you rough
Small small lil gangster never go out the street
Small lil gangster think he
Back, on the block, so we can rock
With the soul, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop
Back on the block
Back on the block
[ VERSE 1: Ice-T ]
this is chump change
Tear the streets up coppers needa block aid
They know it’s mopar hittin like a south paw
My ride the main course u just the cole
a Bull Shark
My IQ level
On a higher mark
Think faster
Than a Hellephant
Could be faster than
A Mopar
I ain't scared to go in
Cuz my boys got my
Spraying the Cam, like Ron Jeremy's spud
But the big block can take it; tuned like a champ
Got Mopar shocks bouncing like her butt
Getting tossed around
the gas to the block
Then we jump out
All gas no breaks no breaks no breaks
All gas no breaks no breaks no breaks
All gas no breaks no breaks no breaks
All
upset, what's wrong nigga
Thats yo heart I suggest u move on nigga
Cuz she still gon pick up when I call n say come fuck around w me
Aye
Block really do
stolen in front of his mom to
That's why, that's why the police been
Yeah
Said them haters wanna see me on the block, huh
Okay
Noticin' the mix they wanna
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