Low G - Block of Rock (For Years) lyrics

[South Park Mexican {*Eddie & Jose chatting in background*}] Yo, yo I want to welcome Welcome everybody to Hustle Town Are we recording? Alright, let's do this fellas Word Chorus: All For years, I've been working on the block of rock For years, I've been keeping nina Glock on co*k For years, I've been working on the block of rock For years, I've been keeping nina Glock on co*k For years, I've been working on the block of rock For years, I've been keeping nina Glock on co*k For years, I've been working on the block of rock For years, I've been keeping nina Glock on co*k (For years, homeboy, for years) (Verse 1) [Eddie] Now If you wanna battle me, then it's on I'm blowed, while I'm Creeping up, with a my tech, so now you're gone You shouldn't have tried That set up, now you a** is gettin' wet up Cause real G's from the South east'll leave you haters, tryin' to get up You'll definitely get Dealt with if your b**h a** has a d**h wish And on your grave I tag, it's the motherf**in' Rican you don't mess with So let me keep stressing that Lesson, to all y'all players and y'all haters Haters keep watching y'all back And y'all players keep creeping and stacking that Paper [Jose] Now Now Why do these haters wanna plex Why do they wanna be starting mess Get the f** out my face is what I suggest, cause I really don't think that you wanna test This Mex Comin' straight out the south east side of that Tex, so if there's Something you gotta get off your chest, it's best that you don't express it It's hard enough for a Mexican, so I really don't need all that plexin' There's all kinds of player haters out there, so beware, let me tell you 'bout those First, you got them fraud a** hoes Then you got them fraud popo's Then you got them fraud a** n***as in the street who just wanna plex and take yours Repeat Chorus [Verse 2: Low G] Guess who's back, from the pen, out to win Sipping gin, with my kinfolk Gots the grin on My face, when I come through If you ain't down with these G's Motherf** you Cause that's a straight up Struggle in my barrio Second Ward Gettin' high on the patio And when I'm wet I'm a threat, to a rival set I get respect When I step With my new tech Don't sweat I, check hoes daily On the regular Talkin' to your lady On the cellular Creepin' on the lowride In the middle of the night With no lights And the .45 Chilling at the Dope House Low G Is something you don't know about Little tricks On my dick, 24/7 Treat them like a b**h Still got them hoes beggin' Keep it real for my people I fear no evil Stay high Til I die, flyin' like a eagle [South Park Mexican] And as you know Repeat Chorus [Verse 3: South Park Mexican] You're superficial Talkin' 'bout life with a pistol But you'se a ho, livin' life clean as a whistle My missiles Oh, they do leave body dimples Attack your whole staff Like a pack Full of pitbulls You simple I'm complex And comin' on next Oh, take a wild guess That South Park Mex Spark sess, blow smoke in the darkness You don't wanna start mess with the heartless I be the smartest Hottest Artist My GM shine brighter than the golden arches Shootin' star, yes Oh, trick No, blow Endo, before they kick door Then flip coke Tip-toe, to the top Tellin' thug tales Of wicked love spells Hoes and drug sales Some fell In fact, it's most So a toast to my n***as who died in the smoke Repeat Chorus [South Park Mexican {*Eddie & Jose chatting in background*}] H-Town Hustle Town Did this for y'all My boy, Low G No love for every neighborhood In this world No set trippin'