A-Blocc Don't Stop

Back against bricks, kicks a K-SWISS, Dickie'd out or Levi's pants below the hips, tops a blank tee, rockin' a dank piece, eyes puff more than your ordinary day teen. Theivin' a crook smile, choppin' a herb pile, servin' a soup wit the leaves in the kettle cooked weed. Pumpin' some Dr. Dre, Tupac is all day, even rockers that shout is bumpin' through sound waves. Ghetto blastin', postin' up the good days, homies tighter than a chinese finger trap, pointin' the hoods way. We drank through the night, settle shit through fist fights, if you up past 3, then you a crackhead, right? Short Dog need a light? You filmed us on sight, cops came and raided every male on sight. For some bull ish aight.