Текст песни 5050 Twin - Luv My Block
5050 Twin - Luv My Block слова песни
(*talking*)Love my block, Gulfbank and AntoineThat`s the block, where I slept in them Vegas niggaThat the block that fed me food when my stomachWas touching my back maynAnd I ain`t gon lie, that`s the block where I donePlucked a few dope fiends, young nigga hornyHot nuts, you know how it go[50/50 Twin]On my block, you can find my cap turned backwardsChilling with some killas, guerillas and bad actorsIn the back dice game, behind the sto`Hearts broke cause Lil` Fo`, done came in the do`I`m dealing with big niggaz, that once was ballingPowder habit done went to crack, now they on the block hoggingAfter dark, is when the living dead start walkingNiggaz tripping on water bottles, they got for a quarterNiggaz and hoes, getting they nose broke on the lowSteady losing weight, because they steady on the goIt`s real, I feel every hood is the sameEverybody doing the same thang, trying to maintainI`m trying to get on my feet, for crab and crawfishBut this water won`t let me, got me falling off quickIt ain`t all peaches and cream, like fake niggaz make itMe and my niggaz smoking weed, and chilling in the Vacant[Hook]Ain`t nobody gon love my block, like meNorth-South-West-East, cutty rep your streetAin`t nobody gon love my block, like meBust shots kill cops, if you hate the policeAin`t nobody gon love my block, like meCrank the barbecue pit up, let`s burn some meatAin`t nobody gon love my block, like meFrom Hollywood to Garden City, it`s Gulf Bank bitch[50/50 Twin]I`m at a hoe house, while her nigga in jailShe putting her baby to sleep, so me and her can freakI don`t who who came befo` me, or who got nextI`m just trying to get the subject, of some head addressEverybody fucking everybody, that`s understoodWe just strap up, because them hood hoe`s pussy goodAnd a nigga will be lying, and that includes meIf he say he ain`t never fucked, one of them young freaksThey hustle all week, and hit the club on SaturdayHit the park on Sunday, pool hall on MondayThey getting pilled out, until they pass outAfter the club, we sleeping at them hoes houseAnd all our money right, where the fuck we left itIn the morning, we smoking on some weed for breakfastHit McDonalds, happy meal it isCall it tricking if you want, but I love the kids what[Hook][50/50 Twin]Homies in the Penn, thinking that they niggaz forgot emBut that`s just the way it is, they know we thinking about emLaws come we all run, in different directionsThrow your dope on me, we gon box when they leavePutting it down on mix tapes, with Slim Thug and WattsThat`s what build anticipation, for my album to dropYoungsters quitting school, and they fail potentialSelling for selling dope, and buying dope fiend rentalsSome niggaz hustle to shine, and some for a livingThe ones trying to shine, is the ones the laws gettingMy real thugs, strive just to keep it aliveSelling water crack and weed, trying to make the block bleedAin`t nothing fabricated, it`s all the real truthAs I write I`m in the Penn, is some`ing being producedI`m a victim of the game, it`s a god damn shameEverybody know the block, addicting like cocaine what[Hook]