The Chords - Blockin' My Game lyrics

[Verse 1] Man, I used to be known as a common attraction Now cities cave in when my tongue is in action And I started as a young boy runnin from cla**es Keeping p**no mags stashed under the mattress Bumpin' 2pac, Nas and that Wu-Tang sh** Snoop Dogg, Ras, and the Boot Camp Clik And I learned to move my tongue through practice So I can used that sh** and shoot back quick I didn't follow dick, f** politics I listened to gangstas rap about hollow tips I thought that rap life was all about Swiss watches Nah, try pissed off bosses and dishwashers And it wasn't all gravy when the prelude played I had to work them streets like a meter maid And yall acting like your life's been on seafood trays And Fois Gras, ever since the preschool,days [Chorus] Why you blocking my game? I'm only diggin' out my pockets for change And you could grab me, lock me away But know this: You ain't stopping a thing! [Verse 2] Man, I went from being poor and cleaning floors To stealing shows and seeing dough With a little napsack packed chockfull of raps From the bottom and back to the top of the stack I chop 'em in half when I'm dropping the math And leave 'em gasping for air in an oxygen mask The way I'm tossing up raps and k**ing these bars Got me watching my back like a villain at large And people staring like goldfish, swimming in jars Women and children in awe when I'm bringing it on See I, handle B.I. like Magnum P.I And let the woofers run the battery dry Cause I'm not your average citizen I deal in beats, and rockin' crowds like Palestinians And that's just how I'm living so don't mention my name I should have known you a**holes didn't know how gentlemen play [Chorus] [Verse 3] Now times are getting hectic that's why on every guestlist At least two brothers with a d**hwish are chillin' by the exit See believe it or not, some people have got Reasons to block my game, my aim, reach for the top They can keep what they got, little pieces will rot You're petty little squabbles only weaken the thought, man The door peep, it's about time I ride around on fourteens, but I float on cloud 9 And I'm holding down mine, so hold down yours My vocal chords lash out and leave open soars Provoking wars, it ain't no joke no mo' Don't walk on the battlefield with a broken sword And bolt your doors, this time it's Chords rocking your boat From now on you have a pitbull locked in your throat I dip through fistful of the chocolate dro And wip you, stick you from the top of the dome I'm droppin' a load, stop on the road, and I'm out on the pa**ages, turn that sh** off!