Block of Rock

[Intro:] [South Park Mexican:] Yo yo, I wanna welcome, welcome everybody to HustleTown. We... Are we recordin'? Alright let's do this fellas. [Chorus:] For years I've been workin' on the Block of Rock For years I've been keepin' nina glock on clock. [4X] For years homeboy, for years... [Baby Bash:] Now if you want to battle me then it's on I'm blowed while I'm creepin' up whip out my Tek so now you gone. You shouldn't have tried that set up now your ass is gettin' wet up 'Cause real G's from the South East will leave you haters tryin' to get up You'll definitely get dealt with if your bitch ass has a death wish & On your grave I tag it's the muthafuckin' Rick that you don't mess with So let me keep stressin' that lesson to all y'all players & y'all haters Haters keep watchin' y'all back & y'all players keep creepin' & stackin' that paper. [Baby Bash:] Now Now why do these haters wanna plex? Why do they wanna be startin' mess? Get the fuck out my face is what I suggest 'Cause I really don't think that you wanna test this Mex Comin' straight out the South East side of that Tex So if there's somethin' you gotta get off your chest It's best that you don't express it. It's hard enough for a Mexican So I really don't need all that plexin' There's all kinds of player haters out there so please wait let me tell you about those. First you got them fraud ass hoes Then you got them fraud popo's Then you got them fraud ass niggas in the streets who just wanna plex & take yours. [Chorus:] For years I've been workin' on the Block of Rock For years I've been keepin' nina glock on clock. [4X] For years nigga, for years... [Low-G:] Guess who's back from the pen Out to win, Sippin' Gin with my kinfolk Got's the grin on my face when I come through If you ain't down with these G's muthafuck you 'Cause there's a straight up struggle in my barrio 2nd Ward gettin' high on the patio & When I'm wet I'm a threat to a rival set I get respect when I step with my new Tek Don't sweat I check hoes daily On the regular talkin' to your lady On the cellular creepin' on the Lowride In the middle of the night with no lights In the .45 chillin' at the Dope House Low G. is somethin' you don't know about Little tricks on my dick 24 7 Treat them like a bitch & still got them hoes beggin'. Keep it real for my people, I fear no evil Stayin' high 'til I die flyin' like a eagle. & As you know. [Chorus:] For years I've been workin' on the Block of Rock For years I've been keepin' nina glock on clock. [4X] For years homeboy, for years... [South Park Mexican:] You superficial talkin' 'about life with a pistol But you's a hoe livin' clean as a whistle My missles, oh they do leave body dimples Attack your whole staff like a pack full of pitballs. You simple, I'm complex & Comin' on next, Oh take a wild guess The South Park Mex Spark sess blow smoke in the darkness You don't wanna start mess with the heartless I be the smartest, hardest, artist. My GM shine brighter than the golden arches Shootin' star yes, Ol' trick no blow indo Before they kick door, Then flip coke Tip-toe to the top Tellin' thug tales of wicked love spells Hoes & drug sales, Some fell In fact it's most So a toast to my niggas who died in the smoke. [Chorus:] For years I've been workin' on the Block of Rock For years I've been keepin' nina glock on clock. [4X] [Outro:] [South Park Mexican:] H-Town, HustleTown, Did this for y'all, My boy Low-G. We got love for every neighborhood is this world. No Sett Trippin'.