Chocolate Hairspray - Block
текст песни

My block is eight, one, two
Grass grows here and it’s sunny, even in the cold
My block is eight, one, two
The boys drive light, ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
I pour whiskey into coffee
My morning is daily
I'm writing to the boys in the cart
Lots of snow, I'm on a deal
The chicks are waiting for me to open it
These lalies are waiting for warmth
I'm blowing up these palm trees
The chick started flowing right away
This bitch is wearing a balaclava
Who is she anyway?
The third night he doesn’t sleep and hangs out
Sings along to my tracks
Are you a fan?
Or maybe you are an agent of the Federal Drug Control Service?
In this dance you are today
You release estrogen

My block is eight, one, two
Grass grows here and it’s sunny, even in the cold
My block is eight, one, two
The boys drive light, ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
They're cooking on the block here
Hard walks from hand to hand
This stuff fucks like a plug
Save contact in cart
It hurts, it hurts, it hits the mental
Evil gifts
The boss arrived in a foreign car
I'm all in black
I'm a night stalker
Stuck it in the trunk
Detonator ready
This bitch presses the button
Balaclava covered in someone else's blood
Now the cops will come to the explosion
But we can't be found anymore
But we can't be found anymore
But we can't be found anymore

So many years
So many years we've been lost on the block
So many years
So many years we've been lost on the block