Greg Street - Live From The Block lyrics

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Greg Street - Live From The Block lyrics

[Intro: Paul Wall] Straight up out the gutter baby live from the block Drippin candy ridin four in trunk, poppin on them tops [Chorus: Paul Wall] And I'm straight up out the gutter baby live from the block Straight up, straight up out the gutter baby live from the block And I'm straight up out the gutter baby live from the block Drippin candy ridin four in trunk, poppin on them tops [Verse 1: Mike Jones] Mike Jones!!! From day one I was a hustler (Yeah!) on that grind for that paper mane Movin rock from block to block stayin away from haters mane I can't complain I'm hearin some thangs I represent that Texas mane I'm sittin sideways with that candies on them swingers mane 281-330-8004, Mike Jones and Kayslay in O Five 'gon run the show I'm on the scene lookin clean sippin lean stackin green I'll pull up to ya hoe pop my trunk and let her watch my screen From New York to H Town we make haters lay down I only f** with hoes that know to keep they face down From New York to H Town we make haters lay down I only f** with hoes that know to keep they face down I stay around the hood cause the hood is in me And when I ain't on the block I grip wood in my Hum V You wanna see how we roll then shine and come see You wanna see how we roll then shine and come see [Chorus: Paul Wall] And I'm straight up out the gutter baby live from the block Straight up, straight up out the gutter baby live from the block And I'm straight up out the gutter baby live from the block Drippin candy ridin four in trunk, poppin on them tops And I'm straight up out the gutter baby live from the block Straight up, straight up out the gutter baby live from the block And I'm straight up out the gutter baby live from the block Drippin candy ridin four in trunk, poppin on them tops [Verse 2: Papoose] When I say mic check, they cut a check on site Then I just walk across the stage with my check on knifes And hear the country girls mumblin that boy nice Cause they know I represent all night You only say mic check to make sure ya mic right I say mic check, cause I got a check when I'm on the mic The g**ners throwin up signs like they on strike The stage show I disrespect on site Cause it's a all day gimmick, but Papoose take a long way in it That's why it takes me so long to get my own day in it Your favorite rappers I out shine all they lyrics They don't wanna put me on, I might mess up they image It's my fault they don't like me at all I admit it I made my bed so I'm a lay in it But yo when I wake up, if they don't put a contract on my bed They 'gon have to put a f**in contract on my head [Chorus: Paul Wall] And I'm straight up out the gutter baby live from the block Straight up, straight up out the gutter baby live from the block And I'm straight up out the gutter baby live from the block Drippin candy ridin four in trunk, poppin on them tops And I'm straight up out the gutter baby live from the block Straight up, straight up out the gutter baby live from the block And I'm straight up out the gutter baby live from the block Drippin candy ridin four in trunk, poppin on them tops [Verse 3:Paul Wall] We comin live from the dirty south I'm in the Lone Star state with Texas plates baby straight up out the Swisha House Diamonds all up in my mouth, I got expensive taste And some codeine served to cure me of my cost Pop a seal, po' a fo', mix it up and sip it slow Goin on drank it's hard to thank but best believe I'm on my know Houston Texas we do it big I'm ballin with Slim Thug the boss On the grind with Mike Jones and Michael Watts then Swisha House Paul Wall the people's champ postin on the south league I got a pint of the purple law showin off my mouth piece I'm just a young socialite goin hard and bringin hat Swingin the block like a baseball bat I'm big ballin and all that I'm straight up out the gutter baby live from the block Drippin candy ridin four in trunk, poppin on them tops I put it down with The Drama King, Paul Wall, that's my name On the mic I'm bringin pain and in the mix I'm grindin mane [Chorus: Paul Wall] And I'm straight up out the gutter baby live from the block Straight up, straight up out the gutter baby live from the block And I'm straight up out the gutter baby live from the block Drippin candy ridin four in trunk, poppin on them tops And I'm straight up out the gutter baby live from the block Straight up, straight up out the gutter baby live from the block And I'm straight up out the gutter baby live from the block Drippin candy ridin four in trunk, poppin on them tops [Outro: Greg Street] It's Kayslay! It's Greg Street! It's The Champions!