Blu - Half a' Knot lyrics

[Verse 1] Back up on the block with a half a knot Looking everywhere and I don't see no cops Only seventeen and had these roll locked That quiet little kid from the mean old blocks Got the f** out, rocked hip-hop the f** out Haters say I quietly snuck out You must now be grindin' your teeth Speakin' to me like what now? You want a whole what? Oh you flowin' for bucks now You knew who it was, new school with a buzz Style cool as crocodile playin' wild in clubs now We wildin' the f** out, smilin' the whole time Behind all the blood,sweat, bottles of broke wine Ounces of gra** pa**ed aroused to the fast path We bounced to the truth, show up with the cash last n***a, pa** that gla**, cold liquor k**ed a warm heart On start we gon' smash [Hook] Back up on the block with a half a knot Looking everywhere and I don't see no cops Bridgetown still finna clean yo' box Same quiet little kid from the mean old blocks [Verse 2] Yeah, I got back up in the team, dreams fallin' in place But it ain't what it seems when it's all in ya face They say I'm naive cuz I called them a fake But mama said under uncut gra** is a snake He used to stay trimmed, the fake lights made my day dim Ain't been since the Knicks beat Heat in game six I learned the game quick, same with the flame spit Cuz the game ain't been the same since I changed it No I didn't stutter s**er, I said changed it Cuz once you hear this kid you finna change quick And you gon' taste six, feedin' the dirt box Verses will burn spots, rockin' the earth's core You ready for verse four? It's crushin' the third rock Stopped by the earth store, blazin' that purple Kush push the 'octadoc' Oc's the worst though No subrockin' the block, shockin' the circle [Hook] Back up on the block with a half a knot Looking everywhere and I don't see no cops [Verse 3] Back at it with a bad habit I can't drop The flash Anderson ad to my camp stopped s**ers just quit when the break got chopped Dropped the drums out hot, hiphop rocked the f** out Blocks got lots to bump now, it still ain't dumbed down Your tongue just randomly guns down the young now Aloe Blacc back on his run now, Bridgetown still ain't come down Ol' Ex cuttin' the checks yes they flexin' the bu*ts now K-M still gettin' touchdowns, another one of 'em scores again Making boys from men, pourin' blood, sweat and tears out the pores again It's like they born to win, or doubt denyin' their losses If not they vendin' the victory sweet as Hickory sauces Spinnin' Dickory Dock, you're not gettin' the props We rock the box viciously Doc rotisserie hot hot [Hook] Back up on the block with a half a knot Looking everywhere and I don't see no cops Bridgetown still finna clean your box Same quiet little kid from the mean old blocks