Mafia what else... Blockworks... 227... Concreatures...
Where we at wit it? Detroit, lets get it (it's on)
Barrel smoking on the stick, you know we cook shit/
How niggas up & they ain't send my nigga Kook shit.
Man I aint run off with your work, bitch I took it,
Out in Brooklyn, way this shit been looking, Ima touch a ticketmaster.
All this drink in my kidneys need to empty my bladder,
Ain't speaking down about no bitty, f*ck the chitter chatter.
Get a nigga splatter for that pape, the only shit that matter.
I might just touch down in your city under short notice.
And make them ride the white horse,
Have them slores doing water aerobics.
He saving bitches, man we call him heroic.
I switched my motto,
Instead of saying f*ck tomorrow,
I bought a bottle just to pour out the Moet, don't play the lotto.
Might shoot the dice, I love to scramble,
In my life I took a gamble, but my God, he told me "No Bet"
The police kicking down your door like "Where the dope At!"
Only thing they wanna know is, did you get this shit from Bo J.
F*ck the 'rallies, tell them bitches get the bozack
Feel like Tony Soprano, poppin pills like Prozack (Mafia)
No fanny pack, used to trap out a four family flat.
Was a legend in two sports way before rap.
Back in them house phone days, they had my phone tapped.
Was clockwork, I used to cop a chirp & get it drove back.
Type to get caught & take the whole rap.
They call me Blockworks, aka Mr. Hit the road Jack
Grittin' like I'm Quakers, wit them killers & the takers.
Thriller & the caker, down in Austin like I'm Rafer.
3rd coast catching pops,
We be ballin like the Lakers.
Big 40, neck water, hop in Slauson in a scraper.
Got them roll back prices,
Niggas calling in for flavors.
Get you dropped, on my lonely I ain't calling in no favors.
In the hood with the family,
You can catch me with the Creatures.
In the nooks, & the crannies.
All the crevices and creases.
Big bucks, no whammies.
Live at the main event.
Ain't a hood that can ban me,
Im a legend with this street shit.
Fresh up out the Pharm,
Feel like a medic with them V scripts.
I fell out with the bars,
But I kept in touch with Felix
Burning big cookie, was a tippy
On my way to Phoenix.
Yeah she know that pussy good, I just hit it when I need it.
Beat the case got acquitted, now he feeling undefeated.
Never been attached to shit, in 30 seconds I can't leave it, where we at wit it
F*ck the 'rallies, tell them bitches get the bozack
Feel like Tony Soprano, poppin pills like Prozack (Mafia)
No fanny pack, used to trap out a four family flat.
Was a legend in two sports way before rap.
Back in them house phone days, they had my phone tapped.
Was clockwork, I used to cop a chirp & get it drove back.
Type to get caught & take the whole rap.
They call me Blockworks, aka Mr. Hit the road Jack
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Mafia what else... Blockworks... 227... Concreatures...
Where we at wit it? Detroit, lets get it (it's on)
Barrel smoking on the stick, you know we cook shit/
How niggas up & they ain't send my nigga Kook shit.
Man I aint run off with your work, bitch I took it,
Out in Brooklyn, way this shit been looking, Ima touch a ticketmaster.
All this drink in my kidneys need to empty my bladder,
Ain't speaking down about no bitty, f*ck the chitter chatter.
Get a nigga splatter for that pape, the only shit that matter.
I might just touch down in your city under short notice.
And make them ride the white horse,
Have them slores doing water aerobics.
He saving bitches, man we call him heroic.
I switched my motto,
Instead of saying f*ck tomorrow,
I bought a bottle just to pour out the Moet, don't play the lotto.
Might shoot the dice, I love to scramble,
In my life I took a gamble, but my God, he told me "No Bet"
The police kicking down your door like "Where the dope At!"
Only thing they wanna know is, did you get this shit from Bo J.
F*ck the 'rallies, tell them bitches get the bozack
Feel like Tony Soprano, poppin pills like Prozack (Mafia)
No fanny pack, used to trap out a four family flat.
Was a legend in two sports way before rap.
Back in them house phone days, they had my phone tapped.
Was clockwork, I used to cop a chirp & get it drove back.
Type to get caught & take the whole rap.
They call me Blockworks, aka Mr. Hit the road Jack
Grittin' like I'm Quakers, wit them killers & the takers.
Thriller & the caker, down in Austin like I'm Rafer.
3rd coast catching pops,
We be ballin like the Lakers.
Big 40, neck water, hop in Slauson in a scraper.
Got them roll back prices,
Niggas calling in for flavors.
Get you dropped, on my lonely I ain't calling in no favors.
In the hood with the family,
You can catch me with the Creatures.
In the nooks, & the crannies.
All the crevices and creases.
Big bucks, no whammies.
Live at the main event.
Ain't a hood that can ban me,
Im a legend with this street shit.
Fresh up out the Pharm,
Feel like a medic with them V scripts.
I fell out with the bars,
But I kept in touch with Felix
Burning big cookie, was a tippy
On my way to Phoenix.
Yeah she know that pussy good, I just hit it when I need it.
Beat the case got acquitted, now he feeling undefeated.
Never been attached to shit, in 30 seconds I can't leave it, where we at wit it
F*ck the 'rallies, tell them bitches get the bozack
Feel like Tony Soprano, poppin pills like Prozack (Mafia)
No fanny pack, used to trap out a four family flat.
Was a legend in two sports way before rap.
Back in them house phone days, they had my phone tapped.
Was clockwork, I used to cop a chirp & get it drove back.
Type to get caught & take the whole rap.
They call me Blockworks, aka Mr. Hit the road Jack
Where we at wit it? Detroit, lets get it (it's on)
Barrel smoking on the stick, you know we cook shit/
How niggas up & they ain't send my nigga Kook shit.
Man I aint run off with your work, bitch I took it,
Out in Brooklyn, way this shit been looking, Ima touch a ticketmaster.
All this drink in my kidneys need to empty my bladder,
Ain't speaking down about no bitty, f*ck the chitter chatter.
Get a nigga splatter for that pape, the only shit that matter.
I might just touch down in your city under short notice.
And make them ride the white horse,
Have them slores doing water aerobics.
He saving bitches, man we call him heroic.
I switched my motto,
Instead of saying f*ck tomorrow,
I bought a bottle just to pour out the Moet, don't play the lotto.
Might shoot the dice, I love to scramble,
In my life I took a gamble, but my God, he told me "No Bet"
The police kicking down your door like "Where the dope At!"
Only thing they wanna know is, did you get this shit from Bo J.
F*ck the 'rallies, tell them bitches get the bozack
Feel like Tony Soprano, poppin pills like Prozack (Mafia)
No fanny pack, used to trap out a four family flat.
Was a legend in two sports way before rap.
Back in them house phone days, they had my phone tapped.
Was clockwork, I used to cop a chirp & get it drove back.
Type to get caught & take the whole rap.
They call me Blockworks, aka Mr. Hit the road Jack
Grittin' like I'm Quakers, wit them killers & the takers.
Thriller & the caker, down in Austin like I'm Rafer.
3rd coast catching pops,
We be ballin like the Lakers.
Big 40, neck water, hop in Slauson in a scraper.
Got them roll back prices,
Niggas calling in for flavors.
Get you dropped, on my lonely I ain't calling in no favors.
In the hood with the family,
You can catch me with the Creatures.
In the nooks, & the crannies.
All the crevices and creases.
Big bucks, no whammies.
Live at the main event.
Ain't a hood that can ban me,
Im a legend with this street shit.
Fresh up out the Pharm,
Feel like a medic with them V scripts.
I fell out with the bars,
But I kept in touch with Felix
Burning big cookie, was a tippy
On my way to Phoenix.
Yeah she know that pussy good, I just hit it when I need it.
Beat the case got acquitted, now he feeling undefeated.
Never been attached to shit, in 30 seconds I can't leave it, where we at wit it
F*ck the 'rallies, tell them bitches get the bozack
Feel like Tony Soprano, poppin pills like Prozack (Mafia)
No fanny pack, used to trap out a four family flat.
Was a legend in two sports way before rap.
Back in them house phone days, they had my phone tapped.
Was clockwork, I used to cop a chirp & get it drove back.
Type to get caught & take the whole rap.
They call me Blockworks, aka Mr. Hit the road Jack
Writer: Brandon Miller, James Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Raleigh Music Publishing LLC, TUNECORE INC, BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Raleigh Music Publishing LLC, TUNECORE INC, BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.