Traduction: Serv-sur M.. Hit The Block.
Chorus] You don't know when I hit your block I hit right You don't know when I hit your block, aight You don't know when I hit your block, I hit it right
niggaz, behind me I hit the block, representing paper 4-4 safety off for them violators, and fake playas Gott Damn be like go, too hot to hold The weight up on
the year was '89 Little nigga on da grind Gotta get mine doing my crime, Wid two in here, Steady stackin' my ends Puttin' my serve down on the Claire
to get down for the crime, Swig on some wine, Slip on the glock wit me rocks me ready to serve them dummies see, Gotta buck em on down if they come back
head south Don't even have drive, I can sit on the couch And wrap somethin, and put on a beat and rap somethin They call me Mr. get all mad and smack
goin drop Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock [Big Gipp] They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke Em with the Noodle Mr
braggin, folks draggin me up and down the road To be fucked up when I gets into my clownin mode Then go to clown up on they ass like Bozo Oh no, then dance on
her ears from... Daddy's foul-mouthed, liquor-breath jeers His only defense-served be confidence Brown bottles housed his swift descent Phones called cops on block
s a must (Uh-huh, yea yea) Crimey and grimey weed smuckers (Uh-huh, yea yea) Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P With Mr. Magic and
(why?) cuz Doggy's on the gank My bank roll's on swoll My shit's on hit, legit, now I'm on parole, stroll with the Dogg Pound right behind me and up
bend over, bend over Indeed I am Flossy like gangsta shit I got pounds of weed and keys Sittin' on G's Catch a breeze When I ride by high Sittin' on Tonas Tearing up spots And blocks
the drank And watch your step (why?) cos Doggy's on the gank (check it out!) My bank roll's on swoll My shit's on hit, legit, now I'm on parole, stroll
come on in You're good skinny jeans come on in Tight shirt come on in Ah that new rock n roll gay look, yea you're cool come on in [Tech N9ne:] What's
On Me" Ridin' down Simpson bout to waste my Purple lean on me Purple in the clean on me, the hoes on premolean Waffle house charges the color black, I got a bee on
days when the year was '89 Little nigga on da grind, gotta get mine doing my crime Wid two in here, steady stackin' my ends Puttin' my serve down on
can of Krylon Riverside to Saigon, I'm killing each track I rhyme on You had tights on like you had nylons on Boogie banga funked out panty stainer
