Rick Ross, Clipse - B.L.O.W. (Block Life Is Our Way) lyrics
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rick Ross, Clipse - B.L.O.W. Block Life Is Our Way lyrics]
How do I know Daddy this stuff's goin' scary
Yo Papo yeah
Mira, Yo Papo
Yo come out nigga, where you at man?
Over here yo
All right, let's stop playing games niggas
I got that stuff man
OK cool I want all that shit nigga
Yo, you can have everything if
You want it man ? nigga, how much nigga?
3 million B
OK you gotta give me a minute on that? nigga
OK, no problema
Yo put all that shit in the truck baby
OK Daddy mira, Mira
Teflon sicker than most, sick nature flow
I won't battle for the block
Rick spit for your coast
I'm handling with narcs they let
Me sit on the coke
Godfather in a dark shop mob
Niggas gettin' the vote
Two-piece cufflinks killing the coat
On my feet for the baking but
I sit with a toast
My women on the bitch naked or
Get dick in the boat
Fresh food in the Benz and
I'm deepin' the throat
Top down ocean drive and
I'm chiefin the drought
Start ten top fuck 'em cuz
I'm speaking the coast
Second week out, damn creepin' on go
We still deep in the hole
Keep dicks pickin' on blow
They escorted by the killers for
That beef on the row
They pretty cheap too get put
To sleep at the show
Back at the stage I'm conscious with an
Object in the back of the braze
I master the trade, since back in the day
Packin' the gauge, quit acting afraid
It's a package exchange
For my niggas back in the classical days
Up in the block I'm still hustlin'
? fro the streets?
Gettin' no answer it ain't nothin' man
I wasn't on the go? strugglin'
Roll with the winners
The soul of the sinners
We drain with? the limmers
My uncle's before me
Mix the dizzle in the blenders
Then crack came I seen the coldest of winters
Mountains of snow, may fiend strimmer
Minks to the flow we used
To Crème de la crèmes
Such a need to shimmer the
Benz got the slippers
Club owners love us call
Us yellow bottle grippers
Flipper, no whale scale tipper
I'm from the line ex-kingpins
To turn sniffers
Pray the lord forgive us while
The maricons fill us up to the brim call 'em
The coffee bean spillers
Blast from us he call keys gods pillows
I re-write bury me in my chinchilla
Ain't non iller no, ain't non realer
It's Pusha
Just your neighborhood dope dealer
Yo Papo yeah
Mira, Yo Papo
Yo come out nigga, where you at man?
Over here yo
All right, let's stop playing games niggas
I got that stuff man
OK cool I want all that shit nigga
Yo, you can have everything if
You want it man ? nigga, how much nigga?
3 million B
OK you gotta give me a minute on that? nigga
OK, no problema
Yo put all that shit in the truck baby
OK Daddy mira, Mira
Teflon sicker than most, sick nature flow
I won't battle for the block
Rick spit for your coast
I'm handling with narcs they let
Me sit on the coke
Godfather in a dark shop mob
Niggas gettin' the vote
Two-piece cufflinks killing the coat
On my feet for the baking but
I sit with a toast
My women on the bitch naked or
Get dick in the boat
Fresh food in the Benz and
I'm deepin' the throat
Top down ocean drive and
I'm chiefin the drought
Start ten top fuck 'em cuz
I'm speaking the coast
Second week out, damn creepin' on go
We still deep in the hole
Keep dicks pickin' on blow
They escorted by the killers for
That beef on the row
They pretty cheap too get put
To sleep at the show
Back at the stage I'm conscious with an
Object in the back of the braze
I master the trade, since back in the day
Packin' the gauge, quit acting afraid
It's a package exchange
For my niggas back in the classical days
Up in the block I'm still hustlin'
? fro the streets?
Gettin' no answer it ain't nothin' man
I wasn't on the go? strugglin'
Roll with the winners
The soul of the sinners
We drain with? the limmers
My uncle's before me
Mix the dizzle in the blenders
Then crack came I seen the coldest of winters
Mountains of snow, may fiend strimmer
Minks to the flow we used
To Crème de la crèmes
Such a need to shimmer the
Benz got the slippers
Club owners love us call
Us yellow bottle grippers
Flipper, no whale scale tipper
I'm from the line ex-kingpins
To turn sniffers
Pray the lord forgive us while
The maricons fill us up to the brim call 'em
The coffee bean spillers
Blast from us he call keys gods pillows
I re-write bury me in my chinchilla
Ain't non iller no, ain't non realer
It's Pusha
Just your neighborhood dope dealer