paroles de chanson Block of Rock - SPM
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)
(1)
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'
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