Back to the Block

Duration

3:39

Genres

Urban

Description

Lyrics

back to the block by john phillip buzis a.k.a. mes one from the album social injustice the kid so hot he melt ice/ i got a confession to make i never felt this nice/ you can smell me like a brand new pair of nikes / im walking threw the city with a couple of dikes/ on each arm /hes such a hood boy/ brooklyns pride n joy /repin it with mad charm/so much charisma /mes one is the /name of this child son is wild/ reflect/ of my intellect/ you wouldn't wana stay a while/ im a lyrical hustler prey who found a style/ lay my sound down and living in denial/ is a thing of the past / im so flagrant with my sexuality thats the reason why she gives me her ass/ back to the block operation two and pass / still acting fly and holding cash/ mes one brings it back to the block all you fake bitches cant do anything accept suck my cock all the boys around the way chilling in the hood got my back/ make believe or pretend and you can go ahead and get wacked/ chorus who is the one with the most charisma/ who got that stash/ back to the block operation two and pass / still acting fly n holding cash/ mes one strut the block/ every bitch need to swallow my cock/the snitch follow and mock jealous empty hollow on the jock/ cruise control of her mind body and soul /select hearing 88 miles per hour on the weather sun blazing sweat beads dripping down my forehead swells wife beater on the low in the two seater/a yo this girl i got is porno graphic/i walk threw the hood she can stop traffic theres static from this drug spastic/you phony bitches is made of plastic/ you mask it/ you got rimes and dreams a guy like me throws em away in the waste basket/ (chorus) back to the block just to see whats poppin/ its the same old bullshit the rattin n name dropin / kangol hat to the side rocking / benz copping/im like cockrin / and im not stopping/ whoever else not clocking/ dont play yourself because at the spot its cock aim n shooting its the king of the cocksuckers best of the bullshitters have no fear cause hear comes one of them million dollar wig splitters /glorious war stories memories enemies n frames / big and small time names/ reping brooklyn so dont test its the truth i got it sure yes/its the boy like who knows his name /trust and believe this man is catching mad fame/ my reputation speaks for himself like a z on the arm in the game/ a true to life player without no shame/ i got her screaming like im driving her insane/ (chorus)