Yeah Block party Yo yo Forget the club today, we're playin' the block It's goin' down and it's blazin' hot Jeff pop the new CD turntable joint You just
si tu pasas por mi casa y tu vez a mi mujer tu le dice que estoy en Hialeah trabajando en factoria por culpa de Fidel
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
Verse 1: (lil wayne) Ha ha ha ha check it Its me thats creepin through the back And the black on black Lil soldier with a mac I bust back till it crack
Icicle, icicle, where are you going? Where are you going? Icicle, icicle, where are you going? I have a hiding place when spring marches in Will you
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got Used to have a little, now I have a lot No matter where I go, I know I
Children grow and women producing Men go working Some go stealing Everyone's got to make a living L O X J. Lo We off the block this year Went from a
Intro (Lil? Mama) When you hear Left Eye When you hear Lil? Mama (Shake it down now) You know it?s time to get busy So it ain?t really much too talk about
I got permission to put your mama in a headlock She tried to put me in a finger four headlock She said she liked the way I stick and make the bed rock
Yeaah, you are This is for them girls on the block This is for them girls that be on the block (Ooooh ooooh ooooh ooooh) She fly first class
Now this is all me, now this is all me Watch out for late phone calls Wheat paste and concrete walls Go too far, live too long Time's too short, right
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Who is dis doin' this synthetic type of alpha beta psychedelic funkin'?
Back with another one of those block rockin' beats Back with another one of those block rockin' beats Back with another one of those block rockin' beats
Pra libertar meu coracao Eu quero muito mais Que o som da marcha lenta Eu quero um novo balance O bloco do prazer Que a multidao comenta Nao quero oito
To be lost in the forest, to be cut adrift You've been trying to reach me You bought me a book To be lost in the forest, to be cut adrift I've been paid
After the funeral, breaking cola nuts We sit and reminisce about the past And in her voice, only sadness Her only son taken from her In every headline
A heart of stone, a smoking gun I can give you life, I can take it away A heart of stone, a smoking gun I'm working it out, I'm working Feel so underrated