E-40 - Block Boi (feat. Stresmatic, Miko) lyrics

Uhhhh! Ah ah ah
Studio Ton (E-Feezy) Studio Ton

Out here it's sick, AR-70's and albino pit's
(albino pit's) patriots and bushmasters
Home invasions and licks
I'm in it to make the most
You in it to flamboast
You in it to trick it off to them hoes
I'm in it to make her buy me some clothes
(clothes)
I be treatin' my scraper like a Rolls
Lemme stop lyin' no I don't (don't)
I be sideways on two toys
All the rappers call me Unc (Unc)
Feasible, unbeatable
The best thing that ever did it (did it)
Incredible like Ichiro
You pitch it I'ma hit it (hit it)
One of my youngsters just got
Popped with a thumper (thumper)


They tryin' to wash him
They talking football numbers
(football numbers)
They tryin' to stop him, it's merk in the air
(in the air)
Take one of mines I'ma take three of theirs
(three of theirs)
Some of you suckers can't tell
A lettuce from a cabbage (cabbage)
A coon from a plumber
A kangaroo from a rabbit (from a rabbit)
Look at my life, look at my guys
Look at my fame (look at my fame)
Look at you guys, look in my eyes
Look at my cane (look at my cane)

Block, block, block, block boi
Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi
Block, block, block, block boi
Ride with a thang to put yo' head on flat
Block, block, block, block boi
Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi
Block, block, block, block boi
Ride with a thang to put yo' head on flat

M-1 in this piece, already (already)
Squat a 33-year-old Chevy (Chevy)
Replace everything, on them heat cherries
So much chrome under the hood, straight scary
Get my grown man on, Sacramento Valley
On 22's, playboy vet rallies (rallies)
Tremendo, to the extreme where I go
Pimpin I'm cleaner than a San Jose car show
Hotter than Barstow in August
ChevyLand love me, I'm year one flawless
(one flawless) the law just
Pull up beside me give me the thumbs up
I turn the beat up like "That's what up!"
Huh, Studio Ton, ya'knahda'mean?
Got it smobbed out, smack it like magazines
(like magazines)
When I want to roll deep, I got a van
(got a van)
But right now it's Young Mik' in the waterman

Block, block, block, block boi
Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi
Block, block, block, block boi
Ride with a thang to put yo' head on flat
Block, block, block, block boi
Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi
Block, block, block, block boi
Ride with a thang to put yo' head on flat

Ooh! Sick of turfs scorchers smokin'
Hot like a broken stove
Me and my Filipinos, Tongans and cholos
On the soil, taking precaution
On the roof in the trees
With them Latins listenin' and watchin'
Ooh - good grief!
It's never been this ugly out here
We in some heavy beef
They left his body in the
Streets for twelve hours candlelight vigils
Sidewalk funerals and flowers
Ooh! These youngsters ain't listenin'
They disrespectin' it
Ain't no OG's to holla at
No one to deaden it ooh - chemical babies
The parents smokin' rock
Plus they ain't never had a
Chance to know God (to know God)
In my days, I was raised in the church
Momma did what she could just to
Keep us off the turf (keep us off the turf)
But it ain't no one to blame (but who?)
But Noriega and Reagan and rock cocaine

Block, block, block, block boi
Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi
Block, block, block, block boi
Ride with a thang to put yo' head on flat
Block, block, block, block boi
Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi
Block, block, block, block boi
Ride with a thang to put yo' head on flat
Block boi block boi
(Ride with a thang to put yo' head on flat)