| Lyrics: | 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
Cali grows somethin for 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 spot where niggaz murder on
top, boy
It's the spot where they got Fire Girls and Hot, Boys
We don't know what be goin
cause we so blunted from trees
and we'll be round ya all day til it's "400 Degreez"
And
you see where niggaz go, nobody be on the pulpit
They got a nigga that own the sto', he flippin
out off that broad
Betta stay in yo' car, and make sure, your door is locked
Cause this
ain't nuttin proper, cause Tha Block, is jusssst Hot
[Chorus]
[Lil'
Wayne]
See watch your step on my section, gotta walk like, talk like
Where they shot out
all the street lights
So you can't see what nobody be like
And we like, to dress in all
black up in my residence
Ain't got on no suits, cause we ain't tryin to be presidents
And
ever since the coke drought, niggaz been on a trip y'all
So you better watch what y'all playin
wit
Cause a nigga will try to flip y'all
They hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your
jug
Hahhhh, catch your breath, now shhhhh, catch a slug
It's street smarts, plenty niggaz
that keep spots
When the heat starts, ain't nobody got sweethearts
Callin weak shots, you
could come try to cheap talk
We cut your week short, them lil' boys don't give a damn
Call
out for that caper, won't hesitate to kill a man
Run in his house and kidnap the nigga, him and
his fam
Tie em up put em in the vans, then put a gat in his drawers
... tch, one move blow
his cactuses off
[Chorus]
[Lil' Wayne]
WHOOT! Some people call me cause
Tha Block is Hot
Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns cause Tha Block is Hot
Nigga shhhhh, cook it
up, cause Tha Block is Hot
Say look Daddy, just hook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot
Nigga
WHOOT! Some people call me cause Tha Block is Hot
Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns cause Tha Block is
Hot
Nigga shhhhh, cook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot
Say look Daddy, just hook it up,
cause Tha Block is Hot
Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burn
My block on fire, nigga
what about yours?
Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burn
My block on fire, nigga what
about yours?
The block is hot ha ha ha ha |
