Tha Block is Hot - Lil Wayne
[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
N_ggaz bustin heads and, runnin duckin Feds and
rocks under they tongues and, ki's under they beds and
do it for the real n_ggaz, twenty-four seven hustlers
EHHH, until we shove a barrel down ya pipe s_ckers
Ain't no love for them busta, no pimp for no coward
No respect for no stunt, and no money without power
We keepin n_ggaz hotter, EWWWW nasty and sour
Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and BLAKA at every hour
Some n_ggaz 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:] N_gga you got that llello?
[B.G.:] Well cook something n_gga
[Juve:] N_gga you let them K's go?
[B.G.:] Well bust somethin n_gga
[Juve:] Are you duckin that law?
[B.G.:] You better run from em n_gga
[Juve:] Are you playin with that raw?
[B.G.:] Well won't you front somethin n_gga
[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 n_ggaz 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 n_ggaz go, nobody be on the pulpit
They got a n_gga 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, n_ggaz been on a trip y'all
So you better watch what y'all playin wit
Cause a n_gga 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 n_ggaz 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 n_gga, 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
N_gga shhhhh, cook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot
Say look Daddy, just hook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot
N_gga WHOOT! Some people call me cause Tha Block is Hot
Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns cause Tha Block is Hot
N_gga shhhhh, cook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot
Say look Daddy, just hook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot
N_gga my block hot, n_gga my block burn
My block on fire, n_gga what about yours?
N_gga my block hot, n_gga my block burn
My block on fire, n_gga what about yours?
The block is hot ha ha ha ha
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