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Kids Hits Boom Box: Jazz for Kids/Country for Kids/World for Kids/Reggae for Kids/Class (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Drew's Famous Kids Rule: By Kids for Kids/Kids Rule (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Voices: The Journey From the Auction Block To the 1600 Block of Pennsylvania Avenue (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Block After Block (Matt & Kim) · New Kids on the Block (New Kids on the Block) · Jordan Knight Performs New Kids on the Block - The Remix Album (Jordan Knight) · Drew's Famous Kids Party Hits: Kids Sports Party/What Kids Really Want (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Right Thoughts, Right Words, Right Action [Deluxe Edition] [Limited Edition] (Franz Ferdinand) · Right Thoughts Right Words Right Action [Bonus CD] (Franz Ferdinand) · Right Thoughts Right Words Right Action (Franz Ferdinand) – and 90 other albums »


You got a big
But plenty people make it all right
For hot stuff girl
Goodbye my dear
Goodbye my dear
Goodbye my dear 

And you're doing well
For
friend?
She's got a brand new shiny boy
And they're moving out to Malibu
To play with all his pretty toys
And you feel closed in by the same four walls
best friend?
She's got a brand new shiny boy
And they're moving out to Malibu
To play with all his pretty toys
And you feel closed in by the same
The baggy baggy jeans, the knotty knotty hair
The twinkle in the eye, the kids that livin' fly
The crew from the sky, the stuff that gets you high
This neighborhood is full of mutts
Barking kids and arguments
People yell from block to block
And quiet down by ten o'clock

They blow their
to grab it
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block

Ey I got my pockets right my rocks are bright
The drop is blue n
and go out and dance all night.
I've got a new used car that runs just like a top;
Yeah, I get the feeling it ain't ever gonna stop.
Stuff that works;
to lovin' nobody wants to do it alone
Just under the covers must be hot
There's a line up around the block
I want the best thing that you've got
Load me
thing
And drink drink drink drink 
And you go ping

Heat that stuff enough
Right
That stuff enough
Right
That stuff enough
Right [Repeat x4]
rollin' down I-10
Baton Rouge, LSU
Eighteen years in her rear-view
He's got a Friday paycheck lined up, down the block
At daddy's shop
It ain't much, but
these niggas on the run, peep my Clan emblem
Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin from

Catch us swimmin with these sharks now, you rap
stuff
Still it's gonna be rough for the kids
These teardrops that fall for the kids you know they're really not all for the kids
But I know you don't care
It goes one for your boys from the Southtown blocks 
And now let me show you how the west coast rocks 
I've been there! Done that! Cali streets?
these cats cant stop live cuz of my shots 
Ima show u right now im reason the block is moving 
I got dubs at the price of a dime 
Thats why im on top
straight trick or treating
What ya eatin
I ain't got no words for you
Fuck speakin, ain't part of my crew
Face look too brand new, who?
Niggas ain't
straight trick or treating
What ya eatin
I ain't got no words for you
Fuck speakin, ain't part of my crew
Face look too brand new, who?
Niggas ain't
New York
But its half in Miami
Nigga move your wait
My dimes be one point O's, 20's be two point 2's
Bring a snack and some fruit punch too
And you
canines, sniffin' and searchin'
You might see plastic bags with drugs and stuff
You might see a whole block full of thugs and stuff
Be quiet cell phones got
From all the blocks that I'm from
One-twelve street, 7th Avenue, New York, Uptown,u know what I'm sayin'?
183rd and Walt, my block, that's right
122nd
the new G-Unit Reeboks

[Chorus]

If you bust and your gun got niggas on the run 
And you rep where you from nigga you D Block 
And you tryna come up
]
Yes I can
Yes I can

[ Kid ]
I'm never fessin, possessin the tools that it takes to rock
I think it's time for the new kid on the block
With
block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee, high
And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by
That's
and don't you think we're not
For we got love and happiness people envy us you see
For we found heaven right here on earth at at 4-0-33
Yes we found what most
you niggas say you want a better price
Price, you got it but it ain't gon' hook right
Drop seven on lock tight, fuck wit' it the whole night
Try
your old boys from the block are getting shot up
I feel your pain homey, I got the same story
But since you came to Christ you got to bring His name