Block to Block

Cali Life Style

peasblossom4

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Cha-pow, guess who's coming back again?

It's Mr. Creep Smoked Out with the Seagram's Gin.

Crack the window, I'm feelin' the breeze Kickin' back is how I do it, just a bang in the beat Move the streets to kill a cow, clocking grits is what we do now

Rockin' mics, gettin' paid, fuck a freestyle Bumpin' loud, makin' heads bob Gettin' harder to hit and hella harder to stop

From block to block, I put it down in a minute For my lats getting paper-thugged out and then we're tanning

All up in it, two P's in a rental.

That's how we roll, steady living, presidential.

All my dawgs.

Holla when you see me.

I'm Ben and Conan's layin' love from Paso P.D.

Never CD this Irene I'm hittin'.

Got the paper while you had a steady bullshit And show a homie love what we come through We from the west side, that's right, what about you?

Block the block, hard to stop

when we broke the west side that's right out of control show a homie love when we come through come from the west side that's right what about you block the block hard to stop

When we walk the west side, that's right out of control.

As I dip around the corner, hitting threes on D's.

That's a California steelo staying loaded and keyed.

Put it down for the riders on the wires and fucks.

Canceling hella green just to blow on some smoke.

Coming through Laksanis and all that Pimped out, baby girl, where the bomb at?

Raise the track, knock it out in one shot And spend the rest of the night hella drunk at your spot

I won't stop when it comes to the bands.

Keep pulsing till the curl is back in trend.

Fake friends, fuck em, forget em To the day, here's my nuts, so lick em

I rock shit for the chips in K-Swiss For my daughter, no lick too big to hit

I'ma spit to my very last breath With a legacy of flows even after my death Show a homie love what we come through We from the west side, that's right, what about you?

Block the block, hard to stop

When we broke the west side, that's right, out of control Show a homie love when we come through We from the west side, that's right, what about you?

Block to block, hard to stop

When we broke the west side, that's right out of control Aw damn, another bomb drop

It's how it's done when the West Coast rocks.

Chevys hop sideways every Sunday.

On them six tray, scrappin' down the one way I'm still ridin', so fuckin' don't dig that You got a bombsack, well pass me the zigzags

No trick, drag for buses in the crowd.

Much love to them fools in the county lockdown.

Hate me now or give me props.

But show a homie love, crack a whammy, throw a toast for Chicanos and thugs.

Stayin' buzzed up, that one double O proof.

Steady mobbin' down to do what I gotta do Thought you knew it's a worldwide west side

Kill a cow, homer, bomb hoes and low-rides Flyin' high so you suckers can't see me Motherfuckers try to hate but you still could never beat me Show a homie love what we come through We from the west side, that's right, what about you?

Block to block, hard to stop

When we roll the west side, that's right, out of control Show a homie love when we come through Come from the west side, that's right, what about you?

Block the block, hard to stop

When we walk the west side, that's right out of control.

Cha-pow, guess who's coming back again?

It's Mr. Creep Smoked Out with the Seagram's Gin.

Crack the window, I'm feelin' the breeze Kickin' back is how I do it, just a bang in the beat Move the streets to kill a cow, clocking grits is what we do now

Rockin' mics, gettin' paid, fuck a freestyle Bumpin' loud, makin' heads bob Gettin' harder to hit and hella harder to stop

From block to block, I put it down in a minute For my lats getting paper-thugged out and then we're tanning

All up in it, two P's in a rental.

That's how we roll, steady living, presidential.

All my dawgs.

Holla when you see me.

I'm Ben and Conan's layin' love from Paso P.D.

Never CD this Irene I'm hittin'.

Got the paper while you had a steady bullshit And show a homie love what we come through We from the west side, that's right, what about you?

Block the block, hard to stop

when we broke the west side that's right out of control show a homie love when we come through come from the west side that's right what about you block the block hard to stop

When we walk the west side, that's right out of control.

As I dip around the corner, hitting threes on D's.

That's a California steelo staying loaded and keyed.

Put it down for the riders on the wires and fucks.

Canceling hella green just to blow on some smoke.

Coming through Laksanis and all that Pimped out, baby girl, where the bomb at?

Raise the track, knock it out in one shot And spend the rest of the night hella drunk at your spot

I won't stop when it comes to the bands.

Keep pulsing till the curl is back in trend.

Fake friends, fuck em, forget em To the day, here's my nuts, so lick em

I rock shit for the chips in K-Swiss For my daughter, no lick too big to hit

I'ma spit to my very last breath With a legacy of flows even after my death Show a homie love what we come through We from the west side, that's right, what about you?

Block the block, hard to stop

When we broke the west side, that's right, out of control Show a homie love when we come through We from the west side, that's right, what about you?

Block to block, hard to stop

When we broke the west side, that's right out of control Aw damn, another bomb drop

It's how it's done when the West Coast rocks.

Chevys hop sideways every Sunday.

On them six tray, scrappin' down the one way I'm still ridin', so fuckin' don't dig that You got a bombsack, well pass me the zigzags

No trick, drag for buses in the crowd.

Much love to them fools in the county lockdown.

Hate me now or give me props.

But show a homie love, crack a whammy, throw a toast for Chicanos and thugs.

Stayin' buzzed up, that one double O proof.

Steady mobbin' down to do what I gotta do Thought you knew it's a worldwide west side

Block to block, hard to stop

When we roll the west side, that's right, out of control Show a homie love when we come through Come from the west side, that's right, what about you?

Block the block, hard to stop

When we walk the west side, that's right out of control.

Cali Life Style

peasblossom4

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Lyrics

Recordings

Cha-pow, guess who's coming back again?

It's Mr. Creep Smoked Out with the Seagram's Gin.

Crack the window, I'm feelin' the breeze Kickin' back is how I do it, just a bang in the beat Move the streets to kill a cow, clocking grits is what we do now

Rockin' mics, gettin' paid, fuck a freestyle Bumpin' loud, makin' heads bob Gettin' harder to hit and hella harder to stop

From block to block, I put it down in a minute For my lats getting paper-thugged out and then we're tanning

All up in it, two P's in a rental.

That's how we roll, steady living, presidential.

All my dawgs.

Holla when you see me.

I'm Ben and Conan's layin' love from Paso P.D.

Never CD this Irene I'm hittin'.

Got the paper while you had a steady bullshit And show a homie love what we come through We from the west side, that's right, what about you?

Block the block, hard to stop

when we broke the west side that's right out of control show a homie love when we come through come from the west side that's right what about you block the block hard to stop

When we walk the west side, that's right out of control.

As I dip around the corner, hitting threes on D's.

That's a California steelo staying loaded and keyed.

Put it down for the riders on the wires and fucks.

Canceling hella green just to blow on some smoke.

Coming through Laksanis and all that Pimped out, baby girl, where the bomb at?

Raise the track, knock it out in one shot And spend the rest of the night hella drunk at your spot

I won't stop when it comes to the bands.

Keep pulsing till the curl is back in trend.

Fake friends, fuck em, forget em To the day, here's my nuts, so lick em

I rock shit for the chips in K-Swiss For my daughter, no lick too big to hit

I'ma spit to my very last breath With a legacy of flows even after my death Show a homie love what we come through We from the west side, that's right, what about you?

Block the block, hard to stop

When we broke the west side, that's right, out of control Show a homie love when we come through We from the west side, that's right, what about you?

Block to block, hard to stop

When we broke the west side, that's right out of control Aw damn, another bomb drop

It's how it's done when the West Coast rocks.

Chevys hop sideways every Sunday.

On them six tray, scrappin' down the one way I'm still ridin', so fuckin' don't dig that You got a bombsack, well pass me the zigzags

No trick, drag for buses in the crowd.

Much love to them fools in the county lockdown.

Hate me now or give me props.

But show a homie love, crack a whammy, throw a toast for Chicanos and thugs.

Stayin' buzzed up, that one double O proof.

Steady mobbin' down to do what I gotta do Thought you knew it's a worldwide west side

Block to block, hard to stop

When we roll the west side, that's right, out of control Show a homie love when we come through Come from the west side, that's right, what about you?

Block the block, hard to stop

When we walk the west side, that's right out of control.

Cha-pow, guess who's coming back again?

It's Mr. Creep Smoked Out with the Seagram's Gin.

Crack the window, I'm feelin' the breeze Kickin' back is how I do it, just a bang in the beat Move the streets to kill a cow, clocking grits is what we do now

Rockin' mics, gettin' paid, fuck a freestyle Bumpin' loud, makin' heads bob Gettin' harder to hit and hella harder to stop

From block to block, I put it down in a minute For my lats getting paper-thugged out and then we're tanning

All up in it, two P's in a rental.

That's how we roll, steady living, presidential.

All my dawgs.

Holla when you see me.

I'm Ben and Conan's layin' love from Paso P.D.

Never CD this Irene I'm hittin'.

Got the paper while you had a steady bullshit And show a homie love what we come through We from the west side, that's right, what about you?

Block the block, hard to stop

when we broke the west side that's right out of control show a homie love when we come through come from the west side that's right what about you block the block hard to stop

When we walk the west side, that's right out of control.

As I dip around the corner, hitting threes on D's.

That's a California steelo staying loaded and keyed.

Put it down for the riders on the wires and fucks.

Canceling hella green just to blow on some smoke.

Coming through Laksanis and all that Pimped out, baby girl, where the bomb at?

Raise the track, knock it out in one shot And spend the rest of the night hella drunk at your spot

I won't stop when it comes to the bands.

Keep pulsing till the curl is back in trend.

Fake friends, fuck em, forget em To the day, here's my nuts, so lick em

I rock shit for the chips in K-Swiss For my daughter, no lick too big to hit

I'ma spit to my very last breath With a legacy of flows even after my death Show a homie love what we come through We from the west side, that's right, what about you?

Block the block, hard to stop

When we broke the west side, that's right, out of control Show a homie love when we come through We from the west side, that's right, what about you?

Block to block, hard to stop

When we broke the west side, that's right out of control Aw damn, another bomb drop

It's how it's done when the West Coast rocks.

Chevys hop sideways every Sunday.

On them six tray, scrappin' down the one way I'm still ridin', so fuckin' don't dig that You got a bombsack, well pass me the zigzags

No trick, drag for buses in the crowd.

Much love to them fools in the county lockdown.

Hate me now or give me props.

But show a homie love, crack a whammy, throw a toast for Chicanos and thugs.

Stayin' buzzed up, that one double O proof.

Steady mobbin' down to do what I gotta do Thought you knew it's a worldwide west side

Block to block, hard to stop

When we roll the west side, that's right, out of control Show a homie love when we come through Come from the west side, that's right, what about you?

Block the block, hard to stop

When we walk the west side, that's right out of control.