Bloccstyle - Mr.Doctor

Chorus x2:

This shit is on

I got love for the blocc

Let 'em know for the blocc nigga yeah

This shit is on

I got love for the blocc

Nine times for the blocc nigga yeah

Crossed the tracks, out at Burbank High

Late night, nigga felt nice

Came in through the hole in the fence

Threw up the mighty 9

Bloccstyle

Homies had the spot sewed up mutha fuckas

Rollin' wit the G-B-C down as fuck

All the O-G's showed us what’s up

Every real nigga from 29th street

Kicked up a gang of dust

True, this is why we dedicate the rhyme

To the niggas from the G-B-C, rollin' wit deuce nine

What’s the wild straight deuces'?

And while the set’s in the city of Sac

Ain’t got no truces

How it hurt when the homie Chaka-Loc moved on

How it hurt when the homey Q-Ball was gone

Nigga this is how we livin'

And ain’t nobody gave a fuck

While you niggas bullshittin'

Rival killa, murder his ass

In his faggot ass set

With his bitch made niggas

At the hamburger stand

Niggas don’t understand

How the fuck a bitch gonna stay out on the spot

Wit no love for the blocc

This is how it’s done nigga

I got love for the blocc

Nine times for the blocc nigga yeah

24 in the mornin' and I’m high as fuck

Had the jack-off motion

12 gauge in my trunk

Plus that bomb ass chronic from the Garden Blocc

And that mutha fucka Doc had a Glock

So I was coo

Coo like the brew I be sippin' on

Get yo gut rippin' on

Wit yo what

Wit yo millimeter chrome

See the only thing I see doin' is

Gettin' high in the sky

And I like to ruin kids

Wit my 9 millimeter

Strap up, seat up

Fuck wit the Garden Blocc

And get yo busta ass beat up

See what you do is like feel me on some shit

And I’m a stay high, way high

Just in case my dome split, home sicc

For the mutha fuckin' season, of the sicc

Cuz you know how others get

When I get to spittin' shit

Isn’t it a mutha fuckin' shame

Niggas wanna kill me

But still we became, indo’d out

And ain’t no mutha fuckin' doubtin' me

Me setripin' niggas apart

Like a ear blow fatality

Yeah, this is how it’s done nigga

I got love for the blocc

Four times for the blocc nigga yeah

St. Ides brew, a joint to the face

Seven niggas deep

Miller Park was the place

Mackin' to a ho, spittin' my shit

Kept my fingers round a gat

To protect my click from punk shit

Nigga check

Eleven o’clock, the park’s hot

I’m watchin' out for niggas wit a gat for the Doc

You know, a mutha fuckin' gangsta scene

Wit real niggas that bang

They real niggas on they own team

Straight killas, down for they shit

I seen the Creek, the East

The Heights, the Park, the View shit!

The rivals is mutha fuckin' deep

Stay wit the set locs

Damn, we only seven G’s but yo

Niggas we got the straps and uhh

Plus we ain’t sleepin' so what

Mutha fuckas watch yo backs

Chill though, spit to the hoes, killed the foes (or fo’s)

And watch out for the ricochet rolls yeah

Cuz that’s life in the city, cross the South Sac

Garden Blocc, deuce nine, much love, no pity

This is how it’s done nigga

I got love for the blocc

Nine times for the blocc nigga yeah