Block Boi - E-40, Miko, Stressmatic of the Federation

Block, block, block, block boi

Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi

… Block, block, block, block boi

Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab

M wanted this piece, already (Already)

Squat a 33-year-old Chevy (Old Chevy)

Replace everything, all in Heat Cherry (Yeah)

So much chrome under the hood, straight scary

Get my grown man on, Sacramento Valley

On 22's, playboy vet rallies (Rallies)

Tremendo, to the extreme, where I go Pimping I’m cleaner than a San Jose car show

… Hotter than Barstow in August

Chevy Land love me, I’m year one flawless (One flawless)

The law just, pull up beside me, give me the thumbs up I turn the beat up like «That's what up»

Hah, studio tone, yadadamean

Got us mobbed out, smacking like magazine (Like magazine)

When I wanna roll deep, I gotta van (Gotta van)

But right now, it’s young Meek in the waterbed

Block, block, block, block boi

Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi

… Block, block, block, block boi

Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab

Sick of turfs scorchers, smoking hot like a broken stove

Me and my Filipinos, Tongans and Cholos

… On the soil, taking precaution

On the roof, in the trees with the Latins, listening and watching, oooh

… Good grief, it’s never been this ugly out here, we in some heavy beef

They left his body in the streets for twelve hours

Candlelight vigils, sidewalk funerals and flowers, oooh

These youngsters aint listening, they disrespecting me Aint no OG’s to holler at, no one to detonate, oooh

… Chemical babies, the parents smoking rocks

Plus they aint never had a chance to know God (To know God)

In my days, I was raised in the church

Momma did what she could just to keep us off the turf (Keep us off the turf)

… But it aint no one to blame (But)

But Noriega and Regan and rock cocaine

Block, block, block, block boi

Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi

… Block, block, block, block boi

Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab