Lyrics

[Intro: Young Buck] (Heyyy) G-Unit!! (Heyyy) Southhhh (Heyyy) Ayo whassup niggas (Heyyy) Yea (Heyyy) It's like this (Heyyy) Yo hood is my hood (Heyyy) My hood is yo hood [?] [?] go nigga (Heyyy) [?] [?] [Chorus: D-Tay & Young Buck] The block love me, I'm sick with my whip game (Yea!) We drive big cars, we like big thangs (Ohhh!) These hoes love me, they know I'm gettin money (What!) I'm strapped in this bitch, ye ain't takin nothin from me (Nahhh) The block love me, I'm sick with my whip game (Come on) We drive big cars, we like big thangs (Fo sho) These hoes love me, they know I'm gettin money (What!) I'm strapped in this bitch, ye ain't takin nothin from me (Nahhh!) [Verse 1: Young Buck] In the kitchen like I'm Chef Boyardee Keep half of it white, cook up a quarter ki' Put some tints on a Grand Am, throw away my phone Hate to hear a grown man holla throw a dog a bone God bless the child who can hold his own I turn a penny to a 20, a gram to a zone A hooptie to a Bentley, the gold to the chrome A fully to a semi, the bricks to a home The hood love me like grape Kool-Aid They say you live and you learn from mistakes you made So I took off the soda, and added more coke They sniff it up they nose and it numbs up they throat That's why [Chorus: D-Tay & Young Buck] The block love me, I'm sick with my whip game (Yea!) We drive big cars, we like big thangs (Ohhh!) These hoes love me, they know I'm gettin money (What!) I'm strapped in this bitch, ye ain't takin nothin from me (Nahhh) The block love me, I'm sick with my whip game (Come on) We drive big cars, we like big thangs (Fo sho) These hoes love me, they know I'm gettin money (What!) I'm strapped in this bitch, ye ain't takin nothin from me (Nahhh!) [Verse 2: Young Buck] 36 ounces, we call 'em whole thangs And if we catch a case, we don't say no names Take care the old folks, make sure they good Cause we don't need no help, in our motherfuckin hood We livin' by the G code, eye fo' an eye You take one of mine, then 10 of yours die Through all of this beef shit, I'm so fly Some red monkey jeans and a Glock fo'-five See Ludacris my nigga, I'm down with T.I So kill all the rumors 'bout that song, get high You worry 'bout mine, can't pay yo' bills And me and Banks fuckin hoes outta Yayo crib, yea [Chorus: D-Tay & Young Buck] The block love me, I'm sick with my whip game (Yea!) We drive big cars, we like big thangs (Ohhh!) These hoes love me, they know I'm gettin money (What!) I'm strapped in this bitch, ye ain't takin nothin from me (Nahhh) The block love me, I'm sick with my whip game (Come on) We drive big cars, we like big thangs (Fo sho) These hoes love me, they know I'm gettin money (What!) I'm strapped in this bitch, ye ain't takin nothin from me (Nahhh!) [Outro: Young Buck] Yeah nigga This a G-Unit production I made the motherfuckin' beat So holla Yeaahhhhh Ayo shoutout to that nigga Lil O He one of them under 21 millionaires Ca$hville nigga We get money down here bitch Yo!!!!