Block Boy 2 E

Pull up to your house, knock on your door And blow your ass off. Pull up to your house, on your door and Blow your, door blow your--Pull up your house, Knock your door and blow your ass off. Pull up to your house, knock your door and Blow your, door and Damn. Sitting On the block with the white ten tray. Me know a nigga cringe on the F-11. If it were any day, we don't play chop Suey. No, no, don't play today. What you talking walk 'em down. Early tomorrow AM outside like, "Yeah, Can hear the sound." I'm on the block with the yak and it's Rich. Got my sack on the left and I'm Letting it hang. Dream about the tuna, walking to The chef. I like to get the head 'cause I got game. Six bag of moldy blues, Mark the money. Talking too much, I let niggas Hang. Who you Doing? Walk the walk or talk the bitch, You get Hung Tonight. Pull up to your house, Knock On your door your ass ass off.