Johnson&Jonson, Blu - Half a' Knot lyrics

Back up on the block with a half a knot
Looking everywhere and I don't see no cops
Only seventeen and had these roll locked
That quiet little kid from
The mean old blocks
Got the fuck out, rocked Hip-Hop the fuck out
Haters say I quietly snuck out
You must now be grindin' your teeth
Speakin' to me like what now?
You want a whole what?

Oh you flowin' for bucks now
You knew who it was, new school with a buzz
Style cool as crocodile playin'
Wild in clubs now we wildin' the fuck out
Smilin' the whole time
Behind all the blood, sweat
Bottles of broke wine
Ounces of grass passed aroused
To the fast path we bounced to the truth
Show up with the cash last
Nigga, pass that glass
Cold liquor killed a warm heart
On start we gon' smash

Back up on the block with a half a knot
Looking everywhere and I don't see no cops
Bridgetown still finna clean yo' box
Same quiet little kid from
The mean old blocks

Yeah, I got back up in the team
Dreams fallin' in place
But it ain't what it seems when
It's all in ya face
They say I'm naive cuz I called them a fake
But mama said under uncut grass is a snake
He used to stay trimmed
The fake lights made my day dim
Ain't been since the Knicks beat
Heat in game six i learned the game quick
Same with the flame spit
Cuz the game ain't been the
Same since I changed it
No I didn't stutter sucker, I said changed it
Cuz once you hear this kid
You finna change quick

And you gon' taste six, feedin' the dirt box
Verses will burn spots
Rockin' the earth's core
You ready for verse four? It's
Crushin' the third rock
Stopped by the earth store
Blazin' that purple
Kush push the 'octadoc' Oc's the worst though
No subrockin' the block, shockin' the circle

Back up on the block with a half a knot
Looking everywhere and I don't see no cops

Back at it with a bad habit I can't drop
The flash Anderson ad to my camp stopped
Suckers just quit when the break got chopped
Dropped the drums out hot
Hiphop rocked the fuck out
Blocks got lots to bump now
It still ain't dumbed down
Your tongue just randomly guns
Down the young now
Aloe Blacc back on his run now
Bridgetown still ain't come down
Ol' Ex cuttin' the checks yes
They flexin' the butts now
K-M still gettin' touchdowns

Another one of 'em scores again
Making boys from men, pourin' blood
Sweat and tears out the pores again
It's like they born to win
Or doubt denyin' their losses
If not they vendin' the victory
Sweet as Hickory sauces
Spinnin' Dickory Dock
You're not gettin' the props
We rock the box viciously
Doc rotisserie hot hot

Back up on the block with a half a knot
Looking everywhere and I don't see no cops
Bridgetown still finna clean your box
Same quiet little kid from
The mean old blocks