Lil' Flip - On My Block lyrics
Chorus: Lil' Flip On my block We hustin' non-stop We go Rock for rock, until the block get hot Yeah It's Lil' Flip (Yeah) And Rolo (Yeah) And if you don't know Now you know (n***a) On my block We hustin' non-stop We go Rock for rock, until the block get hot Yeah It's Lil' Flip (Yeah) And Rolo (Yeah) And if you don't know Now you know (Now you know) [Verse 1: Rolo] I pick work off my block Serve fiends on the block Keep the Glock out, co*ked, got them birds on my block Straight business, straight drop, haters want me to stop Drop the hit with Lil' Flip, where you at on my block Gettin' drunk off the top Let 'em what this about Throw it back, I'm from the south, show respect and shut your mouth Sold un house, soy de el cerro cause guerro lookin' fello Act a fool, so Ja Rule, but I'm still look good, fella Make a right, I'm buck, no role, hun, smashing gas, pedos C. Nikes and sombreros when I chill for rancheros Get you some motherf**er, listen, bust every middle South Eastside blazin' globe, boy 13 dweller Two toes town, I put it down, when it comes to these towns Houston came to town, yeah, we f**in' around Gangstas makin' money make this world go round So stand up and get it crunked, b**h, you heard it's goin' down n***a Repeat Chorus (Verse 2) [Lil' Flip] I'm a hustler, a baller, a gangster, a dope dealer I gots three wheels on my four-wheeler JR hit me, said I need a verse n***as know I'm showin' love, but they know how much I'm worth I got hits everywhere I got bricks everywhere I ain't tryin' to get married, I got chicks everywhere n***a You know my style, you know my chain Matter fact, you motherf**ers already know my name I had you leaning to the left, muh'f**er, I'm a winner The n***a singing Like A Pimp still Ridin' Spinners We go rock for rock We go block for block n***as talkin' all that sh**, we can go Glock for Glock Ain't no game, motherf**er, I'm the same motherf**er n***a, I do a show, keep the change, muh'f**er I'm that million n***a With a million dollar house And I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty south [Rolo] I'm lookin' clean, drinking, tho'wed In a Dallas throwback It's that boy, Lil' Flip, with a downside wetback Them haters hate that Them b**hes love that Runnin' game Like A Pimp, so I'm cool with that Wifeys, they call me Sancho Sanchas, they call me Chato (???) Rolo that vato, still, throwing up that barrio Pieced up con el rosario Puffin', fumando gallo Carreras de caballos f** it, weigh gallos frios Home-of-your-life motivo Choppin' cuerno de chivo Illegal enemigo Paisa es en el stylo Pistiando puro pinos Stackin', rip, flippin' kilos Hold up with the dilly, why they actin' so freely Like P. Diddy, at each south, n***a, we runnin' this city They hit it liks, it's hard time, boy, the hood's getting gritty You ain't crunk, you ain't drunk, you ain't sh**, motherf**er Go wiz up on your card, don't make a thug, you co*ks**ers Repeat Chorus