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    Cash Money Millionaires / Lyrics

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    "Tha Block Is Hot" Lyrics

    Cash Money Millionaires feat. Lil Wayne

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    Wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', what

    Straight off the black gold, nuts in my hand, trusting no man
    Got my glock cocked, running this thing, ya understand
    We be steaming, blazing, nines pumped in caves and
    Hollygrove 17th, the hood where I was raised in
    Niggas busting heads and, running ducking Feds and
    Rocks under they tongues and, Ki's under they beds and
    Do it for the real niggas, twenty-four seven hustlers
    Until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers
    Ain't no love for them busta, no pimp for no coward
    No respect for no stunt, and no money without power
    We keeping niggas hotter, ew nasty and sour
    Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and blaka at every hour
    Some niggas 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, jacking and cracking brains
    Broadcasting live from tha block it's Lil' Wayne

    (Nigga you got that llello?)
    Well cook something nigga
    (Nigga you let them K's go?)
    Well bust something nigga
    (Are you ducking that law?)
    You better run from em nigga
    (Are you playing with that raw?)
    Well won't you front somethin' nigga
    (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

    See where I'm from we keep our guns out
    Dodging cops and burning 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 hustling 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 niggas murder on top, boy
    It's the spot where they got Fire Girls and Hot, Boys
    We don't know what being cause we so blunted from trees
    And we'll be round ya all day til it's "400 Degreez"
    And you see where niggas go, nobody be on the pulpit
    They got a nigga that own the sto', he flipping out off that broad
    Betta stay in yo' car, and make sure, your door is locked
    Cause this ain't nothing proper, cause tha block, is just hot

    (Nigga you got that llello?)
    Well cook something nigga
    (Nigga you let them K's go?)
    Well bust something nigga
    (Are you ducking that law?)
    You better run from em nigga
    (Are you playing with that raw?)
    Well won't you front somethin' nigga
    (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

    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 trying to be presidents
    And ever since the coke drought, niggas been on a trip y'all
    So you better watch what y'all playing wit
    Cause a nigga will try to flip y'all
    They hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug
    Catch your breath, now sh, catch a slug
    It's street smarts, plenty niggas that keep spots
    When the heat starts, ain't nobody got sweethearts
    Calling 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 nigga, him and his fam
    Tie em up put em in the vans, then put a gat in his drawers
    Tch, one move blow his cactus's off

    (Nigga you got that llello?)
    Well cook something nigga
    (Nigga you let them K's go?)
    Well bust something nigga
    (Are you ducking that law?)
    You better run from em nigga
    (Are you playing with that raw?)
    Well won't you front somethin' nigga
    (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

    Whoot! Some people call me cause tha block is hot
    Bust ya guns cause tha block is hot
    Nigga sh, cook it up, cause tha block is hot
    Say look Daddy, just hook it up, cause tha block is hot
    Nigga whoot! Some people call me cause tha block is hot
    Bust ya guns cause tha block is hot
    Nigga sh, cook it up, cause tha block is hot
    Say look Daddy, just hook it up, cause tha block is hot
    Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burn
    My block on fire, nigga what about yours?
    Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burn
    My block on fire, nigga what about yours?
    The block is hot ha ha ha ha
    This song was submitted on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Byron O. Thomas, Terius Gray, Dwayne Carter, Christopher Dorsey.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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