Blockstars (feat. Yo Gotti, Jim Jones, Busta Rhymes & Ray J) feat. Yo Gotti,Jim Jones,Busta Rhymes,Ray J

歌詞

DJ Kayslay, The Drama King In the hood where I come from We didn't give a damn about no rock stars It's about bein' a blockstar This is what we do, this is what we do From the block to the radio I'm not a rock star I'm a blockstar This is what we do, this is what we do From the block to the radio I'm not a rock star (Wife beater, we just thuggin', homey) I'm a blockstar (What it do, Slay, yeah) Where I'm from, they don't even play the radio Real street nigga, let me give you a scenario Cocaine dream kush, thoughts are superial Bakin' soda box no milk dry cereal Good life, bad days, homey, I'm a blockstar Money, sex and drugs, I live like a rockstar Baking Soda Gotti, my life in a glass jar Favorite color white so I went and bought a white car White watch, black shades, I need a fast car If she do the right thing, I fuck around and wife her I'm Straight Stuntin' from North Memphis to N.Y. I'm like the wind, homey, I help the birds fly This is what we do, this is what we do From the block to the radio I'm not a rock star I'm a blockstar This is what we do, this is what we do From the block to the radio (We hustle for that money) I'm not a rock star (Check this out though) I'm a blockstar Where I'm from, we was taught to blow the cash (Roll it) We was pullin' out knots of money when the photos flashed (Cheese) Gamblin' then re-up on our cars we blow our last (Fuck you) Had a Panoramic Roof screen fallen on the glass (Thunder) Baby-mama screamin' how long will it last? (Fuck her) Need to slow down 'cause I'm goin' too fast (Slow down) Too fast, summertime doin' wheelies Blowin' on that Color Purple like my name was Celie (Hey) Silly, all we did man was hustle for it Stay fly, pray to God we not cuffed up for it (Thank You, God) My man facin' time tryin' to cop up I keep thinkin' about all the cars that he had hopped out (Jones) This is what we do, this is what we do From the block to the radio I'm not a rock star I'm a blockstar This is what we do, this is what we do From the block to the radio I'm not a rock star (You already know Busta Bus got 'em) I'm a blockstar While you all busy tryna be Metallica, nigga I'm in the hood whippin' the Battlestar Galactica, nigga Smolov, the world wild lookin' shit with insane shine A spaceship, strange and beautiful at the same time Breakin' them corners while I do the dip up on the cop car The hood love whenever I pull up on the block, pah No need to question the dos' that I did Huggin' the block and spreadin' the money, a park for the kids You throw a mil up on the stones, you see how we do them rings? (You sell drugs?) Who me? Naw, we don't do them things Now to the block I bring the Phantoms and the Maybachs stay with 'em Pull up and park front of you and let the children play in 'em Go abroad, international, rep the hood non-stop Though I proudfully rep my city, I thoroughly rep the block And I'm probably next to really just come and be blast the pop off (Throw it up) And let me see my fellow blackstars Yeah, yeah This is what we do, this is what we do From the block to the radio I'm not a rock star I'm a blockstar This is what we do, this is what we do From the block to the radio I'm not a rock star I'm a blockstar DJ Kay Slay, The Drama King More than just a DJ