8Block Lyrics

I walk off 8Block so fresh that my green surround me

Nothing but Yyes Saint Laurent radiating up off me

How would my life look if I caught me a couple bodies

With the cocaine brick sitting under the driver car seat

Serving that paper and the dick like poetic justice

Driving down Oakland with my yamps slapping Michael Jackson

All you could ever get from 8 is my solid back hand

Speeding down the block windows busted out the stolen trans am

How a boy turn a man but this ain't Cooley High

Why i keep the toolie cause i see one in between my eyes

Last fucking time a pussy ever catch me by surprise

But I'm still breathing and he ain't

How is that for life

I will be standing in this bitch on the fucking Rapture

And i don't hang with bitch motherfuckers who live on Hampshire

Blood thicker than water well tell it to a pastor

Either die with you or i put you out to fucking pasture

How i explain to a bitch you ain't with this shit

Bitch

I put that on 8Block

How i explain to the world that i represent

Bitch

I put that on 8Block

If this the last shit i ever get a chance to spit

Bitch

I put that on 8Block

I say this shit till the pulse ain't up in my wrist

Bitch

I put that on 8Block

One day, we all gotta say goodbye

Even if don't want to