Testo The Block Is Hot
Tiziano Ferro annuncia il nuovo album: "Il Mestiere Della Vita"
(Lil' Wayne:)Wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, whatStraight off the black gold,n uts in my hand, trustin' no manGot my glock cocked, runnin' this thing, ya understandWe be steamin' blazin' nines, pumps, and K's, andHolly Grove 17th, (what) tha hood where I (what) was raised in (what)Niggaz bustin' heads and, runnin' duckin' Feds androcks under they tongues and, ki's under they beds andHood fulla real niggaz, twenty-four seven hustlersEh, until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckersAin't no love for no busta, no fear for no cowardNo respect from no stunt, and no money without powerWe keepin' niggaz hotter, Ew nasty and sourPile up in the Eddie Bauer and Blaka at every hourSome niggaz like that powder, foldin' up what they drainSome like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (oh)From the home of that 'caine, jackin' and crackin' brainsBroadcastin' live from tha block it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?)CHORUS:Juve: Nigga you got that llello?BG: Well cook something niggaJuve: Nigga you let them K's go?BG: Well bust something niggaJuve: Are you duckin' that law?BG: You better run from em niggaJuve: Are you playin' with that raw?BG: Well won't you front something nigga(Wayne:)Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha-haTha block is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha-haTha block is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha-haTha block is hot, tha block is hot ha(Lil' Wayne:)See where I'm from we keep our guns outDodgin' cops and burnin' blocks, so we be thugged outIt's time to floss, bring the big bodies on dubs outAnd they got quarters, halfs, and birds in that one house (I got it)(I got it) It's all good in the hood but a lot illegalSoon as you get it, hot skirt, there go them peopleBreak up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'End up in Miss Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porchThis everyday, at the spot where niggaz murder off top, boyIt's the spot where they got Fire Girls and hot, BoysWe don't know what be goin 'cause we so blunted from treesAnd we'll be round ya all day til we "400 Degreez"And you see where niggaz go, nobody be on the pulpitThey got a nigga got on a scarf, he flippin' out off that rawBetta stay in yo' car, and make sure (Beep beep) your door is locked'Cause this ain't nuttin' proper, 'cause tha block, is jusssst hotRepeat chorus(Lil' Wayne:)See watch your step on my set, gotta walk like, talk likeWe done shot out all the street lightsSo you can't see who we be likeAnd we like, to dress in all black up in my residenceAin't got on no suits, 'cause we ain't tryin' to be presidentsAnd ever since the coke drought, niggaz been on a trip y'allSo you better watch what y'all playin' witCause a nigga will try to flip y'allThey hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jugHahhhh, catch your breath, now shhhhh, catch a slugIt's street smarts, plenty niggaz that keep spotsWhen the heat starts, ain't nobody got sweetheartsCallin' weak shots, you could come try to cheap talkWe cut your week short, them lil' boys don't give a damnGo all out for that cake, won't hesitate to kill a manRun in his house and kidnap the nigga, him and his famTie em up put em in the vans, then put a gat in his jawsTch, one move blow his cactuses offRepeat chorus(Lil' Wayne:)Whoot! Some people call me 'cause tha block is hotShk-a-Blaow! Bust ya guns 'cause tha block is hotNigga chshhhhh, cook it up, 'cause tha block is hotSay look Daddy, just hook it up, 'cause tha block is hotNigga Whoot! Some people call me 'cause tha block is hotShk-a-Blaow Bust ya guns 'cause tha block is hotNigga chshhhhh, cook it up, 'cause tha block is hotSay look Daddy, just hook it up, 'cause tha block is hotNigga my block hot, nigga my block burnMy block on fire, nigga what about yours?Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burnMy block on fire, nigga what about yours?The block is hot ha ha ha ha