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boosie badazz & mo3 – block is hot كلمات اغاني

[intro: mo3]
yeah, yeah, yeah
(mo motherf_ckin’ 3, n_gga)

[pre chorus: mo3]
it’s 4:30, grab my 30, we gon’ spin at five
why you say that?
’cause that’s the time that he walk out the house
look, shoot this b_tch like michael jordan did in ’99 (okay)
busted down my rollie, bought a porsche
f_ck, who don’t like to shine? (yeah)

[chorus: mo3]
my block is hot, this glock is hot (hot, hot)
jump out on my block, hop out of ya car (bow, bow)
jump out like the s.w.a.t., we duckin’ the cops (ah, ah)
give a f_ck ’bout a opp, we runnin’ the block (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: mo3]
ready to get ’em, don’t tell ’em we comin’
they say they got beef (bluff)
but i provide it, they gon’ bleed
when i say sweep, they sleep (they sleep)
this ain’t no alphabet, but i keep that ak by me (okay)
and just know after that, they leavin’
won’t come back to speak (yeah)
turn down they block when they get got
what they gon’ say now? (what they say now?)
i upped this mac, knock off his back
no, i don’t play ’round (b_tch, this a shake down)
i’m slangin’ iron, this calico gon’ make ’em lay down
make ’em look me in my eyes and told god
“he on the way now” (baow, baow, baow, baow)
the life i live, i keep that strap, you know it’s red rum
block to block, sit in the spot
the doors locked until the feds come
’cause my people in the hood who had to struggle never had nothin’
it’s understood we livin’ good, young n_gga, we gettin’ cash money (that’s on gang, gang)
[pre_chorus: mo3]
don’t want no drama, better lay low and hush puppy (hush)
osama don’t say my name, ho
i’ma flush somethin’ (i’m gon’ flush somethin’)
they say they ready for war
they better run from me (they better run)
’cause when we jump in them cars, choppa gon’ touch somethin’
(bow, bow, bow, bow)

[verse 2: boosie badazz]
did the sh_t, and everybody know that’s how it gotta go
made my respect multiply times four (boosie)
hot wit’ the glock, ten one, oh four
i done lost some real n_ggas, i ain’t losin’ no more
they say that boy the people, if he is, i’ma smash ’em (yeah)
servin’ his lil partna from the [?] [1:41], i’ma tax ’em (yeah)
n_gga turned on me, sipped out the same glass
so i sent the n_gga from behind and hit ’em up nasty
block_block sh_t, bad b_tch
she might set a n_gga up, ’cause this p_ssy finna wet a n_gga up
bit_b_tch i’m the don, so that’s why they don’t go
on the news, they say the same gun k!lled like four (yeah)
[chorus: mo3]
my block is hot, this glock is hot (hot, hot)
jump out on my block, hop out of ya car (bow, bow)
jump out like the s.w.a.t., we duckin’ the cops (ah, ah)
give a f_ck ’bout a opp, we runnin’ the block (yeah, yeah)

- boosie badazz mo3

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