DJ Kay Slay, Ray J, Plies, Jim Jones, Busta Rhymes - Blockstars lyrics

DJ Kay Slay The Drama King!
In the hood where I come from
We didn't give a damn about no rockstars!
It's about being a blockstar!

This is what we do, this is what we do
From the block to the radio!
I'm not a rockstar, I'm a blockstar!
This is what we do, this is what we do
From the block to the radio!
I'm not a rockstar, I'm a blockstar!
(Kay Slay! Kay Slay! PLIES)

Growin up
I ain't wanna be no fuckin rock star!
I wanted to be like the
D-boy wit the nice car
I wanted a motherfuckin chopper, not a guitar
The biggest thang in my hood is a blockstar
My role model doin 35 years, boy
He wrote me and told me stayin real bring joy
Wit'out the blockstars
Where would the hood be?
I don't believe half of that shit I see on TV
The streets and the ol' goons what raised me
Seem like the feds always come
When you're on E the streets fucked up
They took away the loyalty
The music business all fantasy if you ask me

This is what we do, this is what we do
From the block to the radio!
I'm not a rockstar, I'm a blockstar!
This is what we do, this is what we do
From the block to the radio!
I'm not a rockstar, I'm a blockstar!
(We hustle for that money
Check this out though)

Where I'm from we was taught to blow the cash
We was pullin out knots of
Money when the photos flashed (Cheese)
Gamblin then re-up on our cars
We blow our last 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
(Slowdown)
Too fast summertime doin wheelies (Uh)
Blowin on that Color Purple like
My name was Celie (Hey)
Silly, all we did man was hustle for it
(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 rockstar, I'm a blockstar!
This is what we do, this is what we do
From the block to the radio!
I'm not a rockstar, I'm a blockstar!
(You already know Busta Bus got 'em!)

While you all busy tryna be Metallica, nigga
I'm in the hood whippin
The Battlestar Galactica, nigga!
Smolov the 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 wit 'em
Pull up and park front of ya 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!

This is what we do, this is what we do
From the block to the radio!
I'm not a rockstar, I'm a blockstar!
This is what we do, this is what we do
From the block to the radio!
I'm not a rockstar, I'm a blockstar!

DJ Kay Slay The Drama King!
More Than Just A DJ!