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[Lil' Wayne] Wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, what
Straight off the black gold, nuts in my hand, trustin no man Got my glock cocked, runnin this thing, ya understand We be steamin, blazin, nines pumped in caves and Hollygrove 17th, the hood where I was raised in Niggaz bustin heads and, runnin duckin Feds and rocks under they tongues and, ki's under they beds and do it for the real niggaz, twenty-four seven hustlers EHHH, until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers Ain't no love for them busta, no pimp for no coward No respect for no stunt, and no money without power We keepin niggaz hotter, EWWWW nasty and sour Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and BLAKA at every hour Some niggaz like that powder, fold it up what they drain Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins From the home of the game, jackin and crackin brains Broadcastin live from Tha Block it's Lil' Wayne
[Chorus: B.G. and Juvenile, Lil' Wayne]
[Juve:] Nigga you got that llello?
[B.G.:] Well cook something nigga
[Juve:] Nigga you let them K's go?
[B.G.:] Well bust somethin nigga
[Juve:] Are you duckin that law?
[B.G.:] You better run from em nigga
[Juve:] Are you playin with that raw?
[B.G.:] Well won't you front somethin nigga
[Wayne] Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha..
[Lil' Wayne] See where I'm from we keep our guns out Dodgin cops and burnin blocks, cause we be thugged out It's time to floss, two big bodies on Broad South and they got quarter staffs and birds that run the house It's all good in the hood hustlin like illegal Soon as you get it, hot SKIRT, like for them people Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto' End up in Miss Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch This everyday, at the
[Lil' Wayne] Wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, what
Straight off the black gold, nuts in my hand, trustin no man Got my glock cocked, runnin this thing, ya understand We be steamin, blazin, nines pumped in caves and Hollygrove 17th, the hood where I was raised in Niggaz bustin heads and, runnin duckin Feds and rocks under they tongues and, ki's under they beds and do it for the real niggaz, twenty-four seven hustlers EHHH, until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers Ain't no love for them busta, no pimp for no coward No respect for no stunt, and no money without power We keepin niggaz hotter, EWWWW nasty and sour Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and BLAKA at every hour Some niggaz like that powder, fold it up what they drain Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins From the home of the game, jackin and crackin brains Broadcastin live from Tha Block it's Lil' Wayne
[Chorus: B.G. and Juvenile, Lil' Wayne]
[Juve:] Nigga you got that llello?
[B.G.:] Well cook something nigga
[Juve:] Nigga you let them K's go?
[B.G.:] Well bust somethin nigga
[Juve:] Are you duckin that law?
[B.G.:] You better run from em nigga
[Juve:] Are you playin with that raw?
[B.G.:] Well won't you front somethin nigga
[Wayne] Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha..
[Lil' Wayne] See where I'm from we keep our guns out Dodgin cops and burnin blocks, cause we be thugged out It's time to floss, two big bodies on Broad South and they got quarter staffs and birds that run the house It's all good in the hood hustlin like illegal Soon as you get it, hot SKIRT, like for them people Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto' End up in Miss Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch This everyday, at the