Lil Wayne - Tha Block is Hot
[Intro: Lil' Wayne]
Wha-wha, wha-wha
Wha-wha, wha-wha, what
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Straight off the block, gold nuts in my hand, trustin' no man
Got my Glock cocked, runnin' this thing, ya understand
We be steamin', blazin', nines, pumps and K's and
Hollygrove 17th the hood where I was raised in (What, what, what)
Niggas bustin' heads and, runnin', duckin' Feds and (What)
Rocks under they tongues and, kis under they beds and
Hood full of real niggas, 24/7 hustlers
(Eghh!) Until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers
Ain't no love for no busta, no fear for no coward
No respect for no slut, and no money without power
We keepin' niggas hotter (Ughh) nasty and sour
Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and "blocka" at every hour
Some niggas like that powder, foldin' up with that drain
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (Oh)
From the home of that 'caine, jackin' and crackin' brains
Broadcastin' live from Tha Block, it's Lil' Wayne (Who it is?)
[Chorus: Juvenile, & ]
Nigga, you got that yayo?
Nigga, you let them K's go?
Are you duckin' that law?
Are you playin' with that raw?
[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
See where I'm from, we keep our guns out
Dodgin' cops and burnin' blocks so we be thugged out
It's time to floss, bring the big bodies on dubs out
And they got quarters, halves and birds in that one house (I got it, I got it)
It's all good in the hood, hustlin' like it's legal
Soon as you get it hot (Skrrt!) there go them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Ms. Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
This every day at the spot where niggas murder off 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 (Why?) 'til we "400 Degreez"
And you see when it get dark, nobody be on the porch
They got a nigga got on a scarf, he flippin' out off that raw
Betta stay in yo' car and make sure () your door is locked
'Cause this ain't nothin' proper, 'cause Tha Block issss hot
[Chorus: Juvenile, & ]
Nigga, you got that yayo?
Nigga, you let them K's go?
Are you duckin' that law?
Are you playin' with that raw?
[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
See watch your step on my set, gotta walk like, talk like
We done shot out all the street lights so you can't see who we 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, niggas been on a trip y'all
So you better watch what y'all playin' with cause a nigga will try to flip y'all
They hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug
(Hah) Catch your breath, now (Chk) catch a slug
It's street smarts, plenty niggas that keep sparks
When the heat starts, ain't nobody got sweethearts
Darling we sharks, you could come try to cheap talk
We cut your week short, them lil' boys don't give a damn
Go all out for that cake, 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 jaws
() One move, blow his cactuses off
[Chorus: Juvenile, & ]
Nigga, you got that yayo?
Nigga, you let them K's go?
Are you duckin' that law?
Are you playin' with that raw?
[Outro: Lil' Wayne]
Whoot! Some people call me 'cause Tha Block is hot
Shk-a-bloaw! Bust ya guns 'cause Tha Block is hot
Nigga ch-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-bloaw! Bust ya guns 'cause Tha Block is hot
Nigga ch-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?
Tha Block is hot, ha ha ha ha
Wha-wha, wha-wha
Wha-wha, wha-wha, what
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Straight off the block, gold nuts in my hand, trustin' no man
Got my Glock cocked, runnin' this thing, ya understand
We be steamin', blazin', nines, pumps and K's and
Hollygrove 17th the hood where I was raised in (What, what, what)
Niggas bustin' heads and, runnin', duckin' Feds and (What)
Rocks under they tongues and, kis under they beds and
Hood full of real niggas, 24/7 hustlers
(Eghh!) Until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers
Ain't no love for no busta, no fear for no coward
No respect for no slut, and no money without power
We keepin' niggas hotter (Ughh) nasty and sour
Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and "blocka" at every hour
Some niggas like that powder, foldin' up with that drain
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (Oh)
From the home of that 'caine, jackin' and crackin' brains
Broadcastin' live from Tha Block, it's Lil' Wayne (Who it is?)
[Chorus: Juvenile, & ]
Nigga, you got that yayo?
Nigga, you let them K's go?
Are you duckin' that law?
Are you playin' with that raw?
[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
See where I'm from, we keep our guns out
Dodgin' cops and burnin' blocks so we be thugged out
It's time to floss, bring the big bodies on dubs out
And they got quarters, halves and birds in that one house (I got it, I got it)
It's all good in the hood, hustlin' like it's legal
Soon as you get it hot (Skrrt!) there go them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Ms. Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
This every day at the spot where niggas murder off 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 (Why?) 'til we "400 Degreez"
And you see when it get dark, nobody be on the porch
They got a nigga got on a scarf, he flippin' out off that raw
Betta stay in yo' car and make sure () your door is locked
'Cause this ain't nothin' proper, 'cause Tha Block issss hot
[Chorus: Juvenile, & ]
Nigga, you got that yayo?
Nigga, you let them K's go?
Are you duckin' that law?
Are you playin' with that raw?
[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
See watch your step on my set, gotta walk like, talk like
We done shot out all the street lights so you can't see who we 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, niggas been on a trip y'all
So you better watch what y'all playin' with cause a nigga will try to flip y'all
They hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug
(Hah) Catch your breath, now (Chk) catch a slug
It's street smarts, plenty niggas that keep sparks
When the heat starts, ain't nobody got sweethearts
Darling we sharks, you could come try to cheap talk
We cut your week short, them lil' boys don't give a damn
Go all out for that cake, 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 jaws
() One move, blow his cactuses off
[Chorus: Juvenile, & ]
Nigga, you got that yayo?
Nigga, you let them K's go?
Are you duckin' that law?
Are you playin' with that raw?
[Outro: Lil' Wayne]
Whoot! Some people call me 'cause Tha Block is hot
Shk-a-bloaw! Bust ya guns 'cause Tha Block is hot
Nigga ch-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-bloaw! Bust ya guns 'cause Tha Block is hot
Nigga ch-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?
Tha Block is hot, ha ha ha ha
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