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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Sheek Louch
Sheek Louch
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Sean Jacobs
Sean Jacobs
Komponist:in
James D'agostino
James D'agostino
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
DJ Green Lantern
DJ Green Lantern
Produzent:in
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mischtechniker:in

歌詞

[Verse 1]
D-Block
Yeah, D-Block
Green light, blast that daddy
Everywhere we go, people wanna know
Who we are, so we tell them this is D-Block
Mighty, mighty D-Block
[Verse 2]
Everywhere we go, people wanna know
Who we are, so we tell them this is D-Block
Mighty, mighty D-Block
Everywhere we go
D-Block, you bitch ass ****
[Verse 3]
Yo, the revolve with the matti's cool
Knife game like Daddy cool
Since Bally shoes and real life street shit
True it's in the deepest
Know **** that go to jail
Just to get they teeth fixed
Think I give a fuck what you heard them say?
When I got the **** that you tryna be
Watching my word play
Now everybody wanna be 'Pac
Till they ass really get popped
And they die on a Thursday
The desie's got a beautiful ring
And I can hit any one of y'all
Options a beautiful thing
Body is finished, maybe they can save the tooth
Call me Kiss or call me the black Babe Ruth
That many hits, fuck that, that many bricks
D-Block, that many ****
Gas to your lips
My dope is two-tone
But I had to change my spot
'Cause it turned into a drug free school, lets go
[Verse 4]
J-A-D-A
Top five, dead or alive
And that's just off one LP
Word up
Shake loose up in your motherfuckin' chest
Walk with, walk with me
Green light
J-Hood
Two guns up
All I know is bitches and money
Grams and guns
Here's why the call me the ghost
[Verse 5]
Yo, I don't give a fuck about pull out cock backs
Spin a motherfucker out, empty his chest
Leave your motherfuckin' whip a mess
All over the dashboard and backseat, pieces of flesh
Send **** to their grave with their face half gone
Stomach ripped open, the beef back on
That **** Sheik rude, I spit in your food
Tell the women in your family to suck my dick
No respect, fuck that, I'll murder you quick
Mad weapons in the trunk, bitch, take your pick
Stick a grenade up under your fender
Stick a pineapple bomb up in your blender
I don't care about you
You say fuck Sheik Looch, well fuck you too
Your father, your mother, the hole you came through
**** don't learn till they kerosened out
Light it to their faces, spit gasoline out
[Verse 6]
You want me dead, I'm right here, do it, bitch
Make me bleed until I'm all fuckin' fluidless
I ain't new at this and don't give a fuck about you
Sheik could run up and smack the shit out you
I live this shit, it's never gon' stop
Open ****' face with a octopus top
Face all ripped up, catch me on the block
Shells all loaded up, catch me with the Glock
Pussy motherfuckers don't want no beef
Trip **** down to their platinum teeth
Chase you in the house with the all black heat
Leave you just boxers and slippers on your feet
I talk reckless
I really want the coke and the money but I'll settle for your necklace
D-Block, two guns up
[Verse 7]
Everywhere we go, people wanna know
Who we are, so we tell them this is D-Block
Mighty, mighty D-Block
D-Block, two guns up
Call up hood, hit up your hood, then we skip upstreet
[Verse 8]
I grew up as a young dude, chillin' with them old cats
Couldn't cop crack so I had to sling Prozacs
Fuck being broke, I'm tryna cop a ten fold
Chop you up like **** did Pussy in the Sopranos
You really want beef? I'm bustin' a tech
I hit you up in the park while you doing your sets
It's D-Block, yeah, yeah, y'all
Can't get no streeter, ****, I'm nice with the hands
But I'm better with the heater
Old school style, stash haze in my sock
I'll bust at you and turn your act Jeep to a drop
Them **** talking like y'all can't get stuck up
I ain't a icon, but y'all would still get fucked up
Yeah, as we continue on your hood, you finish
Write a suicide note and get a window on
****, that's the type of shit we on
Red Rum, Red Rum, spin it back like a missin' song
Take a cold heart to twitch your mum
But it's wintertime, shawty under the snorkel, flip when it's dinner time
Strange days without Angela Basset
Embedded with the hood, **** handling plastic
Gotta watch your head and not get popped with lead
And watch your bread, not get popped by Feds
Anyway, we gon' be in the hood
With the Burners and the Hawks, **** P in the hood
[Verse 9]
Everywhere we go, people wanna know
Who we are, so we tell them this is D-Block
Mighty, mighty D-Block
Written by: James D'agostino, Sean Jacobs
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