Текст песни Lil Flip - Flip`n on My Block
Lil Flip - Flip`n on My Block слова песни
(*talking*)Yeah, I go by the name Lil Flip(that`s right), me and my nigga Greg StreetIt`s from Texas, to ATL, yeah[Lil Flip](on my block), them niggas jamming Flip and `FaceAnd don`t nobody have muscles, but we all moving weight(on my block), where the dopefiends let you rent they carAnd if you got the biggest rocks, you the neighborhood starSo holla at a nigga, when you get your checkAnd if it`s 800 dollars, you about to triple that(on my block), we staying up playing dominoesAnd we got boosters in the hood, that be selling fake clothesThat`s how the game go, when you living in my cityAnd niggas in the hood, they don`t show no pitySo don`t act hot seditty, when you see me at a showAnd the reason we don`t hang, cause you act like a hoe(on my block), the little kids they be smoking weedAnd if you go to sleep, they coming to steal your ten speedI`m from the C to the L-O-V-E-R-LandAnd where I`m from (Cloverland), bitch I`m the man[Hook]On my block, everybody on the corner hustlingOn my block, niggas pulling up on them buttonsOn my block, we getting that money fa sheezyI cant leave freestyling alone, the game need me[Lil Flip](on my block), you might see my nigga Greg StreetIn a black G-Wagon, or that black BentleyOr you might see my nigga, C-Note in the dropYou might see my nigga, Will-Lean on the blockYou might see my nigga, Rebel at the Chop ShopYou might see my nigga D, at the Barber ShopYou might see my niggas, on Groden shooting hoopsOr you might see my nigga T.A.Z., rolling in a CoupeYou might see my nigga Dre, from S.AOr you might see my nigga Ken, at QuickwayOr you might see the cops, just rolling through the hoodTrying to bust another nigga, when they see you living good[Hook][Lil Flip]You got dope dealers and crackheads, with bumps in they faceWe drive fo` wheelers on flat beds, so nigga let`s raceAnd we can`t catch a case, cause we got the best lawyersAnd I spit dead in your face, now that`s some gangsta shit for yaAnd to my fans, who really buy my shitI appreciate the love, cause y`all made me richAnd if it wasn`t for y`all, I wouldn`t be shitSo I`ma hold this shit down, for the Screwed Up ClickOn my block, ha-ha, ha-ha