block party - t.marte lyrics
intro:
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, i hate being cooped up in this house all the f*ckin time, hey hey bro, you wanna go with me to the abc store i got a plan, better text yo girl, block party, block party. f*ck being cooped up in the house, let’s have a block party red solos with the henny filling up your mommas cup
verse:
i know it’s empty ain’t no time to kick back ya aunty lost her hundreds gotta go and gamble a pack
ya unks on the grill fighting about who best with the racks your nephew in the corner cause you know he best with the cr*ps shoot shoot, you know he bеst with the cr*ps
and anybody wanna smoke you bettеr roll through the back, ganja off limits till grams puff puff pass you know she weighed an ounce keep a better hold of ya stash
and she ain’t playing at the table so don’t sit unless you want it, aunty tales of playing spades she know ya cards before you hold em, know ya loss before you foldem
know ya bets before you callem, know ya highs before you throwem, know ya hands before you showem, ahhh. dont be mad, you should’ve stayed in your place, you know d*mn well not to play in grown folks face. here comes the white boy with the honorable mention, he pay the bills and bought your sister a mansion
hook:
go white boy, go white boy, grab ya pants do ya dance and go white boy, go white boy, go white boy, grab ya pants, do ya pants ay go white boy now do yo shoulder thing, do yo shoulder thing grab ya pants and do yo dance and do yo shoulder thing, go white boy go white, that’s lil chuckie by the way hey go white boy
verse:
potato salad didn’t come with the beef so if yo baby daddy callin, tellem roll up his sleeves cause, all ya cousins got a prior, all they mammas hate a liar, all they daddies need a reason, all they brothers in a season, catchin bodies if he squeezin, white chalkem if he sneezin gettin nervous let him leave, give him time he gotta grieve, welcome home lil n*gga welcome to the block, it’s a party its a party, you don’t need a glock
she pat the weave you know it’s on, the j’s come off the forces won baggy jeans in love galore, baby phat or fake couture, it doesn’t matter how you look, baby bring a plate and tell yo fine ass friend, girl don’t be late. she in the mirror like a video vixen, and eatin everything they got with the fixens, collard greens, short ribs baked beans and a biscuit, dirty rice mac n cheese cornbread or a biscuit, pick ya poison just don’t sit at the table cause everything they say about grams ain’t aesop’s fable, all the gas done got you hungry, don’t let gas make you bummy if you want it, know it’s yummy, accept the raisins, know it’s crummy ahhhh, ancient tales of spades is held at the table, so if you wanna know your story just be willing and able, she know ya cards before you show them, know ya loss before you foldem, know ya bets before you callem, know the game before showem ahhh
hook:
go white boy, go white boy, grab ya pants do ya dance and go white boy, go white boy, go white boy, grab ya pants, do ya pants ay go white boy now do yo shoulder thing, do yo shoulder thing grab ya pants and do yo dance and do yo shoulder thing, go white boy go white, that’s lil chuckie by the way hey go white boy
outro:
f*ck being cooped up in the house, let’s have a block party, f*ck being cooped up in the house let’s have a block party, i told you i had a plan, block party, block party
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